In real life or work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. So, how to write a composition? The following are seven parent-child sports meeting compositions I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.
This afternoon, the sun is shining and the sky is clear. All the first-year students went to the playground to have a parent-child sports meeting. I applied for the "sedan chair" project, and I was with my father and Zhu Zexu's mother. As soon as the whistle blows, the classmates across the street want me to run. We ran away with the caterpillar. On the way, we fell down. We got up and ran, and finally passed the caterpillar to each other. Our achievement is, the first place, the sports meeting is very interesting, and I will take part in it in the future.
Parent-child Game Composition 2 To celebrate the opening of the China-Guangzhou Asian Games, today, our school held a parent-child game to welcome the Asian Games, and all the students in Class 4 (1) were very happy.
The first part: the transmission of true feelings. Participation 10 people. At the beginning of the competition, the students flew out with the torch (made by the PE teacher) like an arrow, which was quickly passed on to their parents. The students in other classes did not show weakness, holding the torch like a runaway wild horse and heading straight for the destination. After a game, all classes achieved excellent results.
Part II: Catch the golden pig. Participation 10 people. At the beginning of the game, my classmate picked up a stick and ran for Jin Xiao pig. Other students also ran hard at Jin Xiao pig. After fierce competition, all classes have achieved excellent results.
Part III: Parent-child skipping rope. Ten people attended, so did I. As soon as the whistle sounded, my mother and I jumped on the rope. I stepped on the rope from the beginning, and my mother told me that the two of them must cooperate well in order to jump out of good grades. My mother asked me to hold her waist and listen to the sound of the rope falling to the ground. After jumping more than eighty times, I couldn't hold on. My mother told me, "Steady, steady." 1 minute later, we ended up with 94. All classes have achieved good results.
The fourth part; South-to-North Water Transfer Project. Ten people were present. At the beginning of the game, the students tried to keep the water from pouring out until it was poured into the bucket.
When the game was over, the class teacher told us that we were sad, but we were also happy to be in the fourth place.
My father is an athlete. He often plays badminton with me, competes in long jump, runs and plays hide and seek. What impressed me most was that he and I participated in the parent-child sports meeting in the development zone.
I still remember it was a day in late summer and early autumn. While eating, I heard my mother say that there should be a selection of throwing the ball into the basket in the class, and the selected students can participate in the sports meeting in the development zone. As soon as I heard it, I became interested and asked my father to join me. At that time, my father was preparing a project, and he often saw him sitting at his desk, either reading thick academic literature or consulting information online. My father listened to my idea, smiled and readily agreed, and said that he would go downstairs to practice after dinner.
Dad first told me the rules of the game in which the ball is thrown into the basket: the child holds the softball and the parents stand about ten meters in front of the child with the basket. After the children threw the ball, the parents caught the ball with a basket and scored a point. Isn't that simple? For me, it's a piece of cake! I thought to myself. I jumped into the open space downstairs and threw the softball forward with my right hand. The ball made a perfect arc in the air. I saw it fly over my father's head until it reached a big tree. I was a little discouraged to see my father fail to catch the ball. Dad waved at me and said, "Never mind, do it again!" . I picked up the ball and threw it again, thinking that I would use less energy this time. I saw the ball fall two meters away from my father, rolled twice and stopped. Why can't I always throw well? I sat on the ground like a deflated ball. Dad came over and taught me patiently. Put four fingers on the top of the ball and one finger on the right side of the ball. When preparing, lean back slightly, keep your eyes on the position of the basket and throw it forward. Slowly, with my father's encouragement, I scored a goal, two goals and three goals ... Every day, my father would accompany me to practice downstairs for a while, and our cooperation became more and more tacit. On the day of class selection, I was successfully selected.
It will be the day of the game soon. I don't know if it's because the weather is too hot or too nervous. The students in front are a little out of order, and our class's scores are temporarily behind. I suddenly felt very scared. I bit my lip subconsciously, and my hands were covered with sweat on my forehead. Dad came over to let me drink some water and encouraged me to say that as long as I threw the ball as usual, it would be fine. I nodded hard. It's my turn to play. I feel my little heart coming out. I took a deep breath! I saw my father crouching, his hands half open, clutching the basket and staring at the softball. It looked like he was wound up and full of strength. A high ball flew by, and dad dived hard and threw the ball firmly into the basket; A low-flying ball flew over, and my father immediately squatted down and caught it firmly. So dad jumped up and down with the ball I threw and ran back and forth, catching it all! I was complacent, but I heard my parents whispering: "The ball that this boy just threw was really thrilling, high and low, and the other person couldn't catch it at all!" "
Dad's love is like the wind, which makes me fly freely. Dad's love is like the earth, which makes me run freely.
Parent-child sports meeting composition 4 This afternoon, the school held a parent-child sports meeting. The project I signed up for is big feet dragging small feet. I attended it with my mother. My mother hugged me and I gently stepped on my mother's foot. My mother walked slowly over. My mother and I reached the finish line smoothly. My mother and I are very happy.
I finally walked to the classroom with my mother. I watched many awards. I am very happy. When I entered the classroom, I took my schoolbag and Midou and left!
Today, the long-awaited parent-child sports meeting has finally arrived. My mother accompanied me to the parent-child sports meeting today!
At one o'clock in the afternoon, we came to the school gymnasium and sat down one by one.
The game is on! The first project is to clip marbles. At first, marbles were like flexible loaches, which could not be clamped anyway. Later, I gradually mastered the skills. It clamps as soon as it clamps. I think it's much easier now than just now. Our star team is getting more and more harmonious. Finally, our team won the second place with marbles.
Then there is the pyramid relay of adults carrying children. At first, I fell and delayed some time, so I became particularly anxious. When playing again, I even asked my mother to carry me forward without taking cans. But when I found out, it was too late, because my mother had crossed the obstacle and ran to the finish line. I am miserable, and I can't wait to pick up a magnet and suck out all the cans and put them on the table to make a pyramid.
After that, we also played games such as "You throw me and I pick it up, three feet two, telepathy". Finally, the teacher gave each of us a small gift and marshmallows. These things make my unhappy mood suddenly happy.
Today is really a tense, exciting and happy day!
Parent-child Sports Meeting Composition 6 20xx101October 3 1 day, our school held an annual parent-child sports meeting.
The morning is an individual event, and every player is struggling on the field. Several classmates and I wrote an oil draft for them on the playground to cheer for the players. In the afternoon, the happiest and most beautiful time came. Many parents also came to our school and participated in the parent-child competition of the school together. Last year, because my father beat Xiong Da, I couldn't participate in the project competition with me. It's a pity. This year, I signed up for the parent-child back-to-back competition. With the events going on one after another, the last is the back-to-back relay race. To be on the safe side, I temporarily switched with Zhou Yuejiao in my class. The game started, and I saw my father running like an arrow with Zhou Yuejiao on his back. Through the efforts of 10 team members, good results have been achieved. It's time for the cave-drilling relay race. My mother Zhou Yuejiao and I also worked hard to finish the whole race, but unfortunately only got the third place.
After a day of parent-child sports meeting, the total score of our class has also achieved good results. Today, I am very happy and look forward to the school sports meeting next year.
Parent-child sports meeting composition 7 20xx10/0/0 18, my father and I participated in the parent-child sports meeting in our school. This is my first time to participate in the school sports meeting, and I am very excited. My classmates and I arrived at school on time in the same class uniform and entered the classroom. After Mr. Zhan made arrangements for us, he held us and wrote, "Two classes a year are unusual. Let's work together."
We are very happy to attend the opening ceremony. The game started, because the sandbag shooting I participated in didn't start until the afternoon, so I went to see my classmates' game first and cheered for them. At first, parents jump rope, then kangaroos jump, and then sedan chair competition. They performed brilliantly and cooperated tacitly. After lunch and a short rest, the teacher took us to the playground to start the afternoon game. The sandbag shooting competition has begun. My father and I were the first people to take part in the competition. My father stood opposite me with a basket and picked up the sandbag I threw. As the whistle sounded, I quickly picked up the sandbag and threw it at my father. Unfortunately, I didn't throw it. Later, I missed a few more, and finally I only threw four sandbags. I'm a little disappointed, but my father's relay race has started. I am the fourth here. After I took the stick, I ran across the street. I saw my classmate waving to me. I ran to the opposite side and handed the stick to my classmates. Finally, our class won the second place, but I was just as happy. I like parent-child sports meeting.
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