Students unite as one; On that day, the students tried their best to suck milk; On that day, the students' voices were hoarse; That day, one after another, deafening; That day was thrilling and deafening; I will never forget that day. On that day, a tug-of-war was held.
..... Dylan Chen and two other captains are making fists. As a result, the boys in our class first competed with the boys in Class 6 and Class 5 ... looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally it was time for the girls to compete.
Girls in class six or seven versus girls in class six or six. So everyone stepped forward, grabbed the rope and arranged in a "wicker" shape.
My heart is pounding with nervousness. The classmates next to me seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Nothing, don't be nervous, relax …" When the whistle sounded, everyone leaned back together and blushed. The students' hands are like a pair of pliers, holding the rope tightly.
At this time, I struggled to retreat with all my strength. But who knows that the girls in Class Six and Six are also very energetic, as if I would float when I pulled on both sides.
Looking to the right again, I saw Sharla Cheung's eyes wide open, biting his teeth and sweating profusely. Ouch! There is a thorn in the hemp rope stuck in my hand. I changed hands, and my right hand was in front. Who knows, when I changed hands, my classmate's hand filled the rope, and I didn't know where my other hand was. When I was anxious, I saw teachers and cheerleaders shouting "Come on, come on!" There seems to be a place on the rope where I can let go. I put my hand on it and pulled hard.
Finally, the referee "beep" and ended the first game. Looking at the scoreboard 1:0, "Ha, we won."
In the cheers, I don't feel my hand hurts ... "The second game has started, get ready." The teacher shouted.
When the "beep" whistle sounded, we retreated together. I heard the cheerleaders shout loudly: "six or seven plus-oil, six or seven come on."
One after another, deafening. Our tug-of-war classmates worked harder.
..... Gradually, the red stripes are getting closer and closer to us. "Yeah", we won, I'm so happy ... Through the tug-of-war, I learned that a small water drop will not evaporate unless it blends into the sea, and a flower will not be buried unless it is in the garden. Only in the collective can a person play a greater role, because-unity is strength.
2. Remember a tug-of-war scene. Today's event is tug of war. The teacher first asked the physical education Committee of our class to draw lots, and the competition drew classes 2 and 5. The game is about to start. We lined up neatly, 7A68696416FE58685AEB931333303635438+063, and came to the playground. I thought, "We will definitely bring you here in the future!" The game is finally about to start. Spread your feet first, and the students lean back next to each other. At this time, my heart is pounding and my feet are shaking.
The referee's whistle sounded, and the students all pulled back hard, sweating and blushing. The students are shouting come on! "Come on, Class Two and Class Eight!" The teacher is also shouting hard.
I also grabbed the rope hard, looking forward and leaning back, my hands were red. I saw the "red scarf" coming towards us! I was very happy in my heart, but at this moment, the other party didn't know the bottom spirit and actually took the "red scarf".
I was a little nervous in my heart, but we were not to be outdone, so we rushed to suck milk. The students were panting, and the "red scarf" came to us again.
Just when we were happy, the other side fought back and the "red scarf" moved to the other side again. In the end, we didn't have the strength and lost the game.
The other party jumped up happily, but we left in frustration. This is the final, and our class and Class Two compete for the championship.
Young athletes are full of energy and vitality, clutching the rope tightly, their mouths closed tightly, their legs stretched out back and forth, and their classmates crouched behind them. Dehsneg Li, the strongman of our class, grabbed the rope at the back, one catching three.
There are several current peaks in Hercules ahead. I think Class Two was the loser of our class last time, and this time will be no exception.
Before I finished thinking, with a whistle of "DuDu", the final began. Probably all my classmates had my ideas, and as a result, my class lost the first game.
The second game continued, and only the instructor said, "Get ready." With a whistle, both players gritted their teeth, leaned back and pulled out with all their strength.
Cheerleaders from both sides shouted "Come on, come on". The faces of the students on both sides flushed, and the bean-sized sweat flowed down from their foreheads.
Some gritted their teeth, some closed their eyes, tried their best to suck milk, pulled back desperately, and leaned back as if to break the rope in one breath. Cheering students' faces reveal "emotions" from time to time.
The red line is moving towards us bit by bit, and we almost won. Suddenly, Zhang in our class slipped and almost fell, and our team was in chaos. Class two took the opportunity to pull hard and won the second game.
Look at the cheers of the students in Class Two. Our classmates put on a show of not admitting defeat.
This tug-of-war made me understand that unity cannot underestimate the enemy, and I will never forget this tug-of-war.
3. Help me write a tug-of-war composition, about 400 words. I held a tug-of-war as soon as I was in a hurry. Relax ... "
"DuDu", the students tried their best to suck milk, one after another, which I will never forget. Our tug-of-war classmates worked harder and we won. Only one person can play a greater role in the collective. ..... gradually the red stripes are getting closer and closer to us. "Cheering, I'm so happy. ...
Through tug-of-war, my classmates lost their voices and blushed, so I changed hands. Students unite as one, I think, don't be nervous: "Nothing. As a result, the boys in our class first competed with the boys in Class 6 and Class 5. ...
Looking forward to the stars, I saw Sharla Cheung staring around. The students' hands are like a vise, and only the teachers and cheerleaders have been shouting at us, "Come on, it's deafening and thrilling. This is the time for me! There is a thorn in my hand in the hemp rope, and my heart is pounding and pulling hard. Finally, it's the girl's turn to participate in the competition. Sweat "jumps" from her hair, with her right hand in front.
That day, "Ha, bite your teeth and pull both sides like this," yeah, "hold on to the rope. Look right again. I heard the cheerleaders shouting, and everyone leaned back together, but they changed hands. Oh, look forward to the moon, a flower will not be buried until it opens in the garden, just tell me; On that day, it was arranged in a "wicker" shape. " Doodle "whistle sounded. The teacher shouted: "six or seven plus-oil: 0;" That day. Finally, the referee "beep", and the students next to him seemed to see my mind. Look at the scoreboard 1, and we will pull it back together. We won. I don't know where my other hand is, and the whistle blows. On that day, my feet fell backwards with difficulty step by step, and a small drop of water melted in the sea before it evaporated, so I didn't feel any pain in my hand. ...
"The second game started, and there seems to be a place for me to let go on the rope. The students sweated and finished the first game. The students' hands are full of ropes. Let's go I'm very nervous. The girl in Class Six and Class Seven is holding a rope at the girl in Class Six and Class Six. I seem to be floating. "One by one, because-unity is strong. But who knows that the girls in class six and six are also very energetic; That day. So everyone stepped forward, deafening, quick preparation, deafening, come on; That day! " ; That day. ..... Dylan Chen and two other captains were holding fists, and I put my hand on it that day.
4. Write a scene composition of tug-of-war competition. Years are like a torrent, constantly washing away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, there is one thing that has always made me unforgettable.
I remember it was last autumn. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise, cultivate sentiment and cultivate observation. The teacher divided us into two teams, one is the tiger team and the other is the eagle team.
I was assigned to the eagles. The strength of the two teams is equal, the students hold their heads high, and a tit-for-tat game is about to begin.
With the teacher's whistle, the game began. The players on both sides clutched the rope tightly, landed one by one, leaned back and pulled the rope desperately in their own direction.
The red ribbon in the middle of the rope was moved to the tiger and the eagle for a while, to outdo each other. Cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums for their teams.
My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate. At this time, our players were all red-eyed, some were flushed, some were grinning, and some were clutching the rope and struggling to pull in their own direction.
Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved towards us, and our eagles won. Later, our team took advantage of two victories and won in a row. Finally, we won.
This tug-of-war made me understand that unity is strength, and it also helped me build up confidence in overcoming difficulties in the future. I will never forget this tug of war.
5. Write down a 500-word tug-of-war competition with a scene description: at the beginning, describe the years with the environment like a raging torrent, which constantly washes away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, there is one thing that has always made me unforgettable.
I remember it was last autumn. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise, cultivate sentiment and cultivate observation. The teacher divided us into two teams, one is the tiger team and the other is the eagle team.
I was assigned to the eagles. The strength of the two teams is equal, the students hold their heads high, and a tit-for-tat game is about to begin.
With the teacher's whistle, the game began. The players on both sides clutched the rope tightly, landed one by one, leaned back and pulled the rope desperately in their own direction.
The red ribbon in the middle of the rope was moved to the tiger and the eagle for a while, to outdo each other. Cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums for their teams.
My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate. At this time, our players were all red-eyed, some were flushed, some were grinning, and some were clutching the rope and struggling to pull in their own direction.
Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved towards us, and our eagles won. Later, our team took advantage of two victories and won in a row. Finally, we won.
This tug-of-war made me understand that unity is strength, and it also helped me build up confidence in overcoming difficulties in the future. I will never forget this tug of war. As soon as we entered the stadium, a rope as thick and long as a python appeared in front of us with a red scarf tied in the middle.
The first classmate's feet were on the ground, his hands clenched the rope, and his eyes rolled as if to say, I won't go there, so you can't pull me there. On Wednesday afternoon, the second class is extracurricular activities. On that day, the sun was shining and the spring breeze was warm as spring.
The teacher took us to the playground for activities. After several suggestions, the teacher finally agreed to let our class compete with Class 7. In a blink of an eye, the teacher chose the students in our cLass 12 and class 7 12, and the others were all la. As soon as we entered the stadium, a rope as thick and long as a python appeared in front of us with a red scarf tied in the middle.
"Take your positions!" The PE teacher gave the order and all the students stood in their positions. "Ready, let's go!" "Come on, come on, Class Six, come on!" The cheerleaders in our class shouted loudly.
The players retreated with all their strength, their faces flushed. The first classmate's feet were on the ground, his hands clenched the rope, and his eyes rolled as if to say, I won't go there, so you can't pull me there.
Although their hands hurt a little, they still didn't give up. Cheers of cheerleaders seem to have a magical power, inspiring the students who participated in the competition.
"Come on, almost, hard, almost!" The athletes encouraged themselves. "Oh, our class won! We won! " In an instant, the whole class laughed.
Some people high-fived each other happily, some people cheered, and some students even hugged each other. Then, the second game began, and the students were still immersed in a happy atmosphere. Being too excited, our class made a mistake this time. The whole class was like a deflated balloon, and the team members made summaries one after another because they didn't cooperate with Qi Xin.
The third game started, and the students learned the last lesson, so they all worked together in Qi Xin to try to get to a place. Some students are biting their teeth, some students are leaning back, and some students are sweating. "One, two, one, two, one, two," the students read the beat in their mouths and stepped back bit by bit.
Xiao Ming's face was covered with sweat, and so were his classmates. Finally, we pulled the rope, and "yeah" we won again.
Back in the classroom, the students were radiant and still immersed in a happy atmosphere. Two to one, our class won class seven. From this competition, we learned that we can only win if Qi Xin works together to do everything well.
6. Remember an unforgettable tug-of-war composition. Today is the last day of 2005, and it is also an unforgettable day for me. In the fourth grade, we held a special tug-of-war in the front playground. The scene was lively and the students jumped for joy.
The game has started. First of all, it was a match between our class and Class 4 (5). All the members of our class leaned back in unison and maintained a fighting mentality. Thanks to the efforts of our class members and the encouragement of the cheerleaders, they easily defeated the members of Class 4 (5) with a score of 2-0. The students danced with joy and the cheers were earth-shattering. Our second opponent is a member of Class 4 (3).
We have a slightly advantageous venue with a little uphill terrain. As soon as the referee called for preparation, our cheerleading team kept shouting: "Class 4, come on; Class four (4), come on ... "But the players in our class didn't lie back at first, slowly straightened up and finally fell forward. As a result, we lost the first game. The venue was changed in the second game, and the venue was not good for us. Our players are determined to win the game.
Our team members are full of confidence, go all out, learn the lessons from the last game, lie back in unity, and go all out to make one move and one style. The cheerleaders cheered and shouted even louder: "Class Four (4) will win, Class Four (4) will win …" Finally, our class and Class Four (3) were tied.
In the third game, the venue is decided by punching. After punching in several times, we won and got a favorable venue. "DuDu ..." The whistle sounded, and all the players in our class had a tenacious heart and pulled back hard.
The competition is very fierce, the red rope in the middle keeps swinging between the two sides, and the red rope approaches from our side little by little, just a little! But something unexpected happened. Some people in Class 4 (5) didn't want our class to win, so they deliberately played a big joke on our side. Our players couldn't help being discouraged, and the final result was disastrous. Friendship first, competition second, don't haggle over every ounce because of this little thing.
We were not discouraged. After several struggles, our class won the second place. In this seesaw battle, our players showed friendship and level, which I will never forget.
7. An Unforgettable Tug-of-War in Junior High School 200 On Friday, our fourth grade held a fierce tug-of-war on the playground. On the playground, the cheers of the students and the sound of stamping feet merged. With the eager anticipation of the students, the competition is about to begin. Athletes of all classes are standing on the playground in high spirits. They stood up and stared at the team, holding hemp tightly with their hands like iron tongs. Just waiting for the referee's order. As soon as the whistle rings, the students will suck milk desperately and pull back like bulls. Some students have tight muscles and prominent tendons, and soon sweat will seep out of their faces. Many students' hands were red by the rope, but they still gritted their teeth and endured the pain. Because of everyone's Qi Xin's concerted efforts, the red belt in the middle of the rope slowly moved to our side. Cheerleaders in our class. Come on! We will win! "See the situation is not to be outdone. With the support of their cheerleaders, their players tried their best one by one, some drummed their cheeks, and some shouted while pulling hard. The red ribbon on the rope moved to their side again. Seeing that the victory in hand is far away from us, the cheerleaders are in a hurry: "No! Come on! Lean back! Push-"hey! This shout really worked, and the rope gradually moved to our side. " One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on! "Cheerleading chants for us, and our players seem to be getting stronger and stronger. Red tape is moving towards us bit by bit, and it's no use letting the other side work hard. But we pushed too hard, the rope was pulled at once, and all the students fell to the ground. The worst thing is me, because I was the last one, and my classmates were all on me, almost squeezing out my lunch. We won the first game. The students clapped their hands to each other regardless of the pain in their hands. Knowing that the other side was not satisfied, they asked us to play one more game with them, and we readily agreed. I thought to myself: this time we'll pull you here right away and see if you're not satisfied. Hey! Who knows, the other side played the game of high heels-the whole class played together, so we lost a game. However, the game they won was disgraceful. I think: you don't have to win the game, it's more important than friendship, spirit and style. ...