Composition of tug-of-war competition
A tug-of-war composition 1 The last class on Thursday afternoon is a self-study class. We held a tug-of-war in the fifth grade.
On the court, everyone is chattering about which class their class will compete with. I'm in 1 class. Because it was the first scene, everyone had no idea. Some people say that they will compete with Class 2, Class A and Class 4. As a result, we competed with Class E. We felt uneasy. We have never compared with Class E, and we don't know whether they are strong or weak. I thought to myself: forget it, no matter whether he is strong or weak, just bring it on.
"Prepare. Here we go. With a crisp whistle, the tug-of-war between Class 1 and Class E began. The students flushed, clenched their teeth and grinned. They leaned back, their feet nailed to the ground, and they dragged back with their hands on the rope. The students suck milk like tigers. The muscles on the hands are tight, the hair on the body is straight, the hair stands up, the forehead condenses into a knot, the palm of the hand is flushed with rope, and the sweat the size of soybeans is scattered to the ground like rain. Nevertheless, the students are still pulling hard. Class e is not a vegetarian either. Their faces were flushed and their eyes were round. Red cloth sometimes stays in our group, sometimes in class E, always hovering between our two classes, as if to say, "Where should I go?" Go to 1 class, and class e will lose. If you go to class E, 1 class will lose. "Seeing that the rope will be pulled by our class, the students pulled hard and the red cloth was pulled to our line.
"Du-"The referee blew his whistle and our class won. The students cheered, and some people high-fived each other to celebrate the victory, with proud smiles on their faces; Some jumped up with joy; Others hugged their classmates and their expressions of joy were written on their faces.
The victory of tug-of-war belongs to all our classmates, and Qi Xin's cooperation is the winner!
Tug of War Composition 2 Yesterday afternoon, we held a tug-of-war competition. The teacher selected 15 strong male students, including "Li Sanzhuang". There are female classmates, but we are all like reed stalks, and there are only a few strong ones. What are we doing? Arm wrestling! I compete with some female classmates, but I'm not strong enough! How could the teacher let me go to war?
The selected students are full of enthusiasm, eager to try, ready to do a big job, and some even can't wait to draw with others.
They went downstairs, and I was very upset. Let's follow them. They have already started. Class one competes with our class. They are all people with "developed brains and simple limbs". They can't compare with us. We won by a landslide.
In the second game, we played against Class 4, and the "three strong men" in our class pulled back hard and shouted "one, two, hey!"
Everybody back slowly, step by step, HongLing is approaching us ... 3, 2, 1, success! We hugged and cheered, but the teacher of Class 4 said, "No, this game doesn't count, we're not ready yet!" " "Oh, my god, the whole class fainted. However, I will come back after another game. I have confidence in our class. My grades are not very good, so we can cheer together. Yes, we can!
At the beginning, our class kept pulling back, but this round, Class Four adopted the form of "Zama Bu", just like the cornerstone of the building, but it didn't move. Gradually, not only can I stop pulling, but even the pace begins to be disordered, and the red bar moves to the other side. I sweat for them. The players were all blushing and thick-necked, and both the enemy and the enemy tried their best to make the game hot. We're losing? Following HongLing to each other, my heart tightened a little.
But a miracle happened, the other side didn't have the strength, and the horse stance just look was tied. We went backwards together and finally dragged them here!
The third game was also thrilling, but through our efforts, we still won! Joy replaced fatigue, excitement replaced fatigue, and everyone cheered: "We won!" "
A Tug-of-War Competition Before the Sports Festival, all the other competitions in our class were the same as before. Except for Tug-of-War, we always occupied the "throne" ranking first and last, but this year, we broke the record.
The teacher arranged the order for everyone and repeatedly told us to squat down and pull back. I saw that all the students were all gearing up and full of energy, preparing for a "big war".
"Bell ..." A whistle, the game began. At this time, I tried my best to remember the teacher's words, but also squatted down, pulled back, sat down hard and shouted from time to time. I thought, I must win, the rope is in my hand, how can the other side be so strong! At this time, I felt the rope slipping from my hand a little bit, and I felt bad. The rope has been crooked to the other side, which makes my classmates very anxious. I just glared and shouted, "Pull!" ; Lou Anthony Tsang shut up, leaned back and tried his best; Raymond is a fat man in our class. At this time, he also tried to suck milk. He sat back, crouched down and wanted to lie down.
With everyone's efforts, the rope finally moved towards our class. I'm still struggling in my heart, don't relax! With a whistle, "Oh" we won! "The students' cries, laughter and cheers echoed in the playground for a long time. ...
Our efforts were not in vain. This is our first time to win. Although it's not the first time, we have worked hard and tried our best to understand a truth: As long as everyone works together in Qixin with Qi Xin, difficulties will always be scared away and success will always belong to us.
A Tug-of-War Competition Composition 4 Our school's annual sports festival began, and the first game was Tug-of-War.
On Thursday afternoon, five classes in our fourth grade held a special tug-of-war game on the basketball court. Ten boys and ten girls were selected in each class. I am one of the tug-of-war players in our class.
The tug-of-war has begun. Since our class has drawn an empty draw, we can directly advance to the final. The first players are Class 3, Grade 4 and Class 4, Grade 4. The game has started, and they can't tolerate who is whose friend. As long as the other party is an enemy or a friend, they will fight. Under the circumstances that I won't let you and you won't let me, Class Four defeated Class Three and got the final qualification. After several games, Class One also defeated Class Two and entered the final.
It's our turn to play. I'm worried when I play. Afraid of discrediting the class, afraid of being scolded by classmates. The sixth game is between us and Class One. The game began, and the members of our Class 5 retreated desperately, their faces flushed, and the cheerleaders cheered for us loudly. Unfortunately, my foot slipped and the rope was loose during the tug-of-war, and I was dragged to Class Four. I blame myself because my mistake cost our class a game. In the seventh game, the two sides exchanged seats and the game resumed. I pulled hard, my hands peeled off, and finally a whistle sounded. The teacher said that our class won, and we were very happy. Everyone hugged and applauded. The teacher said that we were tied with Class Four, so the head teachers of the two classes would guess which class was on which side, and the winner would decide which side he was on. The result of guessing boxing is that we stand on the left. The game started, and we pulled so hard that our hands were soaked. Qi Xin's concerted efforts really made us feel like sucking milk. Seeing the water pipe with a red scarf tied in the middle of the rope approaching us bit by bit, we finally pulled Class Four over and won. Everyone was very happy!
Next, we play against Class One. We were not discouraged after losing the first game. We pulled and pulled as hard as we could, and our hands were bleeding. Finally, we won the championship.
We have been tug-of-war champions since the second and third grade, and we won again this time, so our class is now the champion for three consecutive years!
One day last summer, the school held a tug-of-war in the scorching sun. Although the scale of the competition was small, it filled all the students with fighting spirit and passion. After many years, I still remember that day.
Looking forward to it, it's finally time for the game. Members of our class are rubbing their hands to do warm-up exercises, and their faces are full of excited expressions. They happily communicated with each other about the upcoming game and publicly expressed their expectations. Looking up, other classes are like this, laughing and laughing everywhere, very lively. After a long wait, our class finally arrived. Our opponents are in Class One, Grade Five. Before the game started, we couldn't wait to get into the game. We stared at our opponent with our eyes, and the opponent responded with the same eyes. It seems that everyone wants to suppress each other with momentum before the game starts. Suddenly, two kinds of murderous look rose slowly. Staring eyes were about to fall, and the PE teacher gave the order to "start". We immediately leaned back, grabbed the rope and pulled back with all our strength. The rope seems to be against us, and no matter how hard it is, it won't move even a cent to our side. We tugged at the rope desperately, regardless of our own image: our hair jumped out of the rope playfully, our sweat happily fell into the arms of Mother Earth, and we traveled leisurely with the wind. None of this has distracted us. The naughty little red flag on the rope runs here and jumps there, but it's a good baby. It just doesn't travel long distances, and always returns to the middle home early. The opponent's cheerleading slogan was earth-shattering, and the old class and monitor also came to our side to cheer for us. We are still pulling the rope regardless of fatigue. However, with the passage of time, our physical strength is gradually exhausted. Class one in five years took this opportunity to pull hard with the remaining strength, and we failed.
The students were dejected and looked at Class One, Grade Five, who was cheering with hostile eyes. The old class came to comfort us: "It doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate" and then told us: "There is ice cream in class!"
Although the tug-of-war was a failure, it was a happy memory for me. I will never forget the fierce tug-of-war in grade five.
A few weeks ago, our school held a big break. During the break, we had a fierce tug-of-war competition. We have seven groups, and then we begin to draw lots.
The scene changed from low tide to high tide, the students cheered and stamped their feet, and the scene changed from low tide to high tide. When the whistle sounded, the students tried their best to suck milk, just like tigers. The tendons in our hands are abrupt. The muscles are tight, the hair on the body is straight, the hair stands up, the forehead shrinks into a circle, the palms are red with the rope, and some even blister and sweat. Despite this, we still pull hard, and the more we hold hands, the more "malicious". We gritted our teeth and endured the pain, thinking: we must persist, we must not relax, and we must win "one, two, three, come on!" One, two, three, come on! " The cheerleaders shouted for us rhythmically, and our players seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Everyone tried their best, bulging cheeks and swollen faces, like steel soldiers. We thought we would win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but Lin Zhao's classmates took advantage of our negligence and made a sudden "attack". This time, it can make us dizzy and wobbly, as if we had drunk the secret recipe. The red scarf is getting closer and closer, and the cheers and stamping of the students are integrated. Our team members have been working hard and exerting their strength, but we still lost to Lin Zhao and his team? Alas-all our players lost confidence, and finally our group failed.
Next, other groups also joined in this fierce struggle. It's other groups.
The other groups were even worse. They worked hard, struggled, exerted their strength, blushed and blistered their hands?
At this time, the other team members were all red-eyed, but he was red-faced. He grinned, full of enthusiasm, clasped the rope with both hands and pulled it in his own direction with all his strength. Who's that? -Zhang. He is an excellent athlete. "One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on! " Cheerleaders shouted for us rhythmically, and their players seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
One group after another, "PK" each other feels that no one is afraid of anyone.
In the end, no one can beat Lin Zhao and his team.
This is a fierce struggle! This tug-of-war is unforgettable!
A Tug-of-War Competition Composition 7 On Friday afternoon, our school held a special tug-of-war competition.
The fierce competition has begun, and it's our class's turn to play class one. I also participated in the tug-of-war competition. The two classes grabbed the rope and squatted down one after another. Both sides have entered a state of readiness. “Ready _ Go！” At the command of the PE teacher, both classes began to pull hard. We shouted slogans and pulled back hard, and our faces turned red.
Victory is coming to us step by step. At this critical moment, it seems that a "Cheng" suddenly appeared in his class and dragged our class away. The roast duck that was supposed to be served was robbed, so we must win the next round! At the beginning of the second round, we tried our best, but we were dragged away. The boy lost. More unfortunately, the girls also lost. But the girls won another round.
We returned to the classroom with a heavy burden, and the classroom was very quiet. Some students were crying, and the teacher came to us and said, "It doesn't matter if you lose this time. The key is not to back down in the face of difficulties!" " Think about the last game, we were dragged away by their class at once. How long did we last today? It shows that we have made progress and should be happy. "We got a little comfort after hearing these words.
It doesn't matter if you fail, mainly because you can't back down in the face of difficulties!
A tug-of-war composition 8 Today is an exciting sports meeting! I came to the campus early. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the teachers busy preparing for the sports meeting. Some teachers are drawing white lines, while others are setting obstacles. ...
Soon, it will be a tug of war. Competing with us is Class Five (2). You see, the students in our class are very attentive, pulling the rope and leaning back slightly. Listen to the referee's whistle, and the fierce tug-of-war has begun!
Walking in the front is Pan Zihao. Look at him, his face is red, and his hand is holding the rope tightly, as if he were sucking milk hard. Look at the last classmate, tie the rope to his body and pull it forward as hard as he wants to carry rice. The people in Class Two are not bad either. As long as we relax, they will overtake our team.
The cheerleaders next to them shouted desperately, Come on, Class 5 (1)! Come on, XXX! Even the teacher is throwing caution to the wind, shouting come on! Come on! They seemed to hear our louder shouts, and they all went all out to see that the rope was about to cross the line, almost, almost, crossing the line. "Yes!" We shouted. Then, there is another round of competition. ...
This tug-of-war is really fierce!
A tug-of-war competition composition 9 "Take your positions! Start! " A crisp whistle kicked off the tug-of-war between Class 3 and Class 1 in Grade 6.
After several rounds of competition, several classes in grade six were defeated one by one in the competition. This is the last round, which is very important. Students in Class 6/KLOC-0 and Class 63 left their expectations to their own classes.
At the beginning, the students from Class Six and Class Three quickly entered the competition, occupying an advantage. It's easy. They put the sign near the white line of their class. The students in Class Six all blushed and struggled to pull it out of their own class. They seem to see this opportunity. The cheerleaders outside the stadium seemed to pull themselves, gritting their teeth and shouting, "Come on! Come on! " I saw the students of Class 6 1 lean over, almost lying down and hooking their feet, as if to say, "Be sure to pull over, don't lose to them!" "The students in Class Six and Class Three are gradually slacking off and want to wait for Class Six to pull out. The students of Class Six grabbed the rope and pulled out the white line of their class with all their strength. It sounds like thunder. Bang, Class Six won!
Class 6 1 won Class 63 in the same way in the last two games. From this, I understand a truth: As long as we unite and work together in Qi Xin, nothing is impossible.
A tug-of-war composition 10 Soon after school started, we finally waited for the long-awaited tug-of-war competition, and we were extremely excited. Fortunately, I am a player and can contribute to the class!
That day, the teacher led us to the playground to line up and prepare for the game. I secretly cheer for Class 0/0 of Grade 3/KLOC. Our first opponent is Grade Three 1 1 Class. When I arrived at the competition venue, I was so excited that I only heard the PE teacher say, "Pick up the rope." We quickly took the rope to our hands. "At the beginning of the game," we pulled back with all our strength, and the cheerleaders shouted for us: "Come on, come on." Our faces turned red, and we tried our best to win at last!
But to my surprise, our second opponent turned out to be Class 5, Grade 3. I saw them squatting and swaggering towards the stadium, even the small and exquisite girls were like big tigers. Compared with them, we are pitifully small. Arriving at the stadium, the teacher said, "Pick up the rope." We tried to pull back, but they pulled back and returned to their original position. After two rounds, we pulled back desperately, and a pair of small hands were pulled out by thick ropes, but we were unconscious, because there were only two words in our hearts, "victory", and we even used them. When the other party was not careful, we worked hard and the victory finally belonged to us!
Tug of war, let me understand a truth, as long as Qi Xin work together, no matter how difficult things can be done.
A tug-of-war composition 1 1 On Friday afternoon, the fifth-grade students came to the playground in high spirits to prepare for the exciting tug-of-war competition.
After all the class members arrived, they made some preparations and exercised themselves. As the whistle of Normal University sounded to the teacher, the first round of confrontation in our class began. The first opponent is Class 8. When I was in the classroom, 20 members of my class were still a little nervous, worried that we could win Class 8 this time. Before the battle, our 20 players cheered each other up and must go to the battlefield with confidence. Sure enough, we won the championship of Class 8 in the competition, and everyone was overjoyed. There is no doubt in the second round. We beat Class 4. "Oh, dear! How can it be Class One? You are so lucky! " I heard that the next opponent is the strongest class, and the strength of the players in our class has obviously subsided by half. But I still got up the courage. "Bi-"Hearing the whistle, the members of our class twisted into one strength and tried their best to suck milk, but the rope was still as close as Class One. I only heard the students outside shouting, "Come on, Class 5 10, work harder …" Cheerleaders shouted everywhere on the playground. However, the strength of the players is still limited. Soon, Class 10 was frustrated and Class 1 won. We returned to the classroom like deflated balls.
But we don't lose heart and don't give up. We will make persistent efforts in the next tug-of-war and create new achievements!
A Tug-of-War Composition 12 Our sophomores had a tug-of-war on the playground this afternoon in physical education class.
The tug-of-war is about to begin. When the teacher gives the order, the students will pull to both sides.
They struggled to slowly move the red belt in the middle to the right. Of course, the last first game was a victory on the right. Losing the first game, the opponent was very depressed. Of course, we are very happy. The cheers of our classmates gave us more strength.
Then the second game began. Because the left side lost to the right side in the first game, they tried their best to pull to the left. The right side was a little proud of winning the first game, but they lost to the left side without paying attention to a mistake, and the result was a draw. The cheers on the field gave them more courage, and the penultimate game was believed to be the fiercest.
With the opening of the last game, both sides tried their best to surpass each other and win the final victory. I saw the red ribbon in the middle like a flying butterfly, jumping first to the left and then to the right. The competition entered a white-hot stage, and the "Red Butterfly" flew to the right, and the right side was about to win. Not to be outdone, the child on the left tried his best and played a little trick, which made the right side lose miserably.
Through this competition, I know that unity is strength. As long as you do everything carefully, success will come to you.
A tug-of-war composition 13 today is Thursday, and our long-awaited tug-of-war has begun!
In the afternoon, we arrived at the designated place happily and sat down. First, we played against Class One in the order of drawing lots, and we did some warm-up exercises. On the stage, I stood back and forth with my feet and held the rope tightly with my hands. The whistle blows, and the first round begins! We pulled the rope effortlessly. In the second round, the rope almost crossed the first line, but with the encouragement of the cheerleaders, we pulled the rope back. 2: 0 victory.
Before we competed with Class Three, Teacher Liu said, "As long as we can win today, we won't assign math homework!" After listening to this sentence, all the students decided to take back the first place with the confidence of victory. The first round has begun. The students below shouted for refueling desperately. Of course, indifferent to it, our tug-of-war classmates also tried their best to get to their side, and we won! The second inning began. We are proud to have Ken. So we lost the game. 1: 1, the ultimate PK. Let's take heart and cheer up. Pull the body easily. We are glad that we won! How happy we were when the horn sounded and Class Two, Grade Five, was the first to appear!
The game is over! We are still very excited, and we are really happy today! I've learned that the power of unity is irresistible.
A tug-of-war composition 14 this afternoon, our class had a tug-of-war competition.
After we lined up in the playground, the game began. The first is the competition of the first group of boys. A group of two groups of students grabbed the rope one by one and waited for the order. "Go!" The players pedaled and leaned back, trying to pull the rope to their side. "Stop! The left side won! " "Yes! Won! " "Change the position, and the next game will begin immediately." The teacher said, "One! Two! Three! Start! " The team that lost just now made the same mistake and lost again. "The next group is in position!" The teacher said. So we went into battle. "Game on!" I pulled hard, but I always felt a force pulling us over. I thought to myself, whatever it is, just pull hard! Our team tried their best to nurse, but the red scarf did not move. Suddenly I felt that some mysterious force was pushing us there, and finally the red scarf gradually abandoned us. "Stop! The right side won! Change the venue for the next game. " We are on the other side. In position. "Go!" At this time, the red scarf ran to their side. We fought against it, but it still didn't help. Soon we lost. Alas! We are dejected and despondent like defeated cocks. Next is the PK of the winner of the two teams. I support the left. "Game on!" "come on Come on! " We cheer for the teams we support one by one. "Stop! Win on the left! "
"Yes! We won! " This voice is the voice of victory, the voice of unity and the voice of joy. It echoed over the playground for a long time.