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. Composition describing an activity scene, subject matter: tug-of-war, bullfighting, school sports meeting and basketball match. In the afternoon, a tug-of-war will be held.
Everyone is very happy. I finally made it to the afternoon.
On the playground, a thick rope is pressed against two white lines in the middle of the playground, and a red cloth strip is tied between the ropes. Whoever can pull the red stripe in the middle of the rope over the white line at one end will win.
The teacher divided the class into two teams, and all the students tried their best. Surrounded by students, there will be a tug-of-war in the afternoon.
Everyone is very happy. I finally made it to the afternoon.
On the playground, a thick rope is pressed against two white lines in the middle of the playground, and a red cloth strip is tied between the ropes. Whoever can pull the red stripe in the middle of the rope over the white line at one end will win.
The teacher divided the class into two teams, and all the students tried their best. Surrounded by students watching the scene of bustle, even the young trees shook their arms as if to say, "Come on! Come on! " "get ready!" Cried the referee.
Both players grabbed the rope. "Du-"whistle sounded and the game officially started.
The two sides did not give in to each other and tried their best to retreat. Look at tintin at the end first.
He grabbed the rope with both hands, gritted his teeth and pulled back. He is like a wooden head. No matter how the other person pulls, his feet hardly move.
Watch the Join team for 10,000 days. His face flushed, his right foot pressed his former classmate's heel, and his left foot pressed his former classmate's toe, forming a "bow" shape.
The red cloth moves here for a while, and then moves to the other side. Cheerleaders "cheer" one after another, shouting louder and louder until the voice of the other cheerleaders is suppressed.
Gradually, gradually, the rope moved to the other side, but it could not be pulled and was lost. The students of one team stood dejectedly, while the students of the other team jumped three feet happily.
Change venues and fight again. This time, I learned the lesson of my failure in the last competition. Wang Qiang shouted this song, played for a few minutes, and won.
The other side refused to accept and asked for another battle. This sport consumes a lot of energy, so we won't play.
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 has started, and there seems to be a place on the rope where I can let go. 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 400-word composition on the tug-of-war contest (Grade 6) This afternoon, we held a tug-of-war contest on the playground in Grade 5. The tug-of-war is about to begin. He Laoshi shouted, "Get ready." The students immediately entered the stadium, holding the hemp rope tightly like handfuls of iron tongs, striding and getting ready.
As soon as the teacher blew the whistle, the students went into a state of tension. First of all, let's lean back together and work together. It takes a lot of effort. The students who participated in the competition were all very tall. Except for Xiao Ming in Class 4 (2), everyone was full of energy and high spirits. Although he is short and thin, he has great strength. Some students are so tired that they are sweating profusely. Besides, the sun is shining, and their faces are as red as a big Bao Gong. The cheerleaders outside the stadium are shouting: "Come on-come on! The sound of refueling is like a landslide, and the noise is constantly increasing. At the same time, the surrounding atmosphere is becoming more and more active. The students are also very excited. There is a red ball tied in the middle of the hemp rope, which moves left and right for a while. After a while, it was impossible to tell the winner. We have to wait until the second game to decide the result. Now both sides are trying to surpass it. Pull, pull! The rope slowly moved to our side, and we worked harder. Finally, we won the second game. In a blink of an eye, the third game started again. We switched places. We are full of confidence. We are in no hurry. Qi Xin, pull together, pull! As a result, we won the third game.
This is really an unforgettable and unforgettable scene.
The 400-word composition for the primary school sports meeting will be a tug-of-war competition. In the second quarter of this morning, we had a special tug-of-war competition.
Just after class, Mr. Sun asked the students to line up in front of the classroom to prepare. How time flies! This exciting moment has finally arrived.
The warriors who are ready to compete are all ready to give it a try. A big, thick rope is pressed on the two white lines of the stadium, and a bright red scarf is tied between the ropes.
Whoever can pull the red cloth in the rope over the white line at his end will win. "Du-"whistle sounded, and the players on both sides picked up the rope like crabs.
"Du-"whistle sounded again, and the stadium became a battlefield. We didn't give in to each other, and we all tried our best to retreat. Look, Yang Shuai, a tall man, leans back. His face is like a ripe red apple.
Look at those cheerleaders, jumping and shouting: "Come on, 5 1 class! 5 1 shift come on! " The red cloth moved to our side for a while, moved to our side for a while, moved to the other side for a while, and finally moved to our side, yeah! We won! Change venues and fight again. This time, somehow, the red cloth kept moving towards each other, and we could do nothing. We lost.
But we don't lose heart, because we only tied. Who knows, the third game is the same as the second.
We walked out of the stadium like frustrated balls. Our class, one big and one small, is not bad. We can win once. Teacher Sun said that we have created a miracle.
Although we didn't win the championship this time, we have no regrets at all. Because we all tried our best.
I think no matter what I do, as long as I try my best, I have no regrets! Donor, I think you are a wizard in Wulin, with unique bones, magnificent manners and wise roots. If you study hard, you will become a great athlete in the future. I have a quiz, please click "Like" next to the next answer. If you have any other questions, please ask other questions. Thank you.
On Friday, our fourth grade held a fierce tug-of-war on the playground. On the playground, the students' cheers and stomping are integrated. In the eager anticipation of the students, the competition is about to begin. The athletes of each class stood on the ground in high spirits, staring at the team, holding the hemp rope tightly with their hands like iron tongs, just waiting for the referee to give the order. The students tried their best to suck milk and pulled it back like a bullfight. Some students have tight muscles and prominent tendons, and soon sweat oozes from their faces. Many students' hands are red by the rope, but they still bite their teeth and continue to pull. With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin's Qi Xin, the red belt in the middle of the rope slowly moved to our side. The cheerleaders in our class saw this situation and shouted happily: 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 that the other side played high-heeled shoes-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.
7.400-word composition about scene description, such as tug-of-war competition. When I was in the fifth grade, the school held a tug-of-war competition.
After the school broadcast this notice, the whole class was overjoyed and immediately discussed the tug-of-war competition. Some girls want to participate, too. Teacher Zhao chose to take part in the competition, and we all calmed down. "Huang Yunchuan, Xiao Yunfei ... Tang Lei."
As soon as I heard it, I was glad to have me! * * * There are 10 students participating. Then Mr. Zhao taught us how to hold the rope, how to win, and the matters needing attention in tug-of-war.
On the day of the game, it began to rain in Mao Mao, as if to watch the game. By drawing lots, our Class 5 (1) was the second out. At first, it was Class 5 (3) and Class 5 (6). I saw that the Hercules in Class 5 (3) and the Fat Man in Class 5 (6) were neck and neck, and the red line was walking back and forth between Class 5 (3) and Class 5 (6), and the cheerleaders beside them kept shouting "Come on! Come on! ..... ",class five (3) was about to lose, and the red line was given back.
After several rounds of contests, the fat man in Class 5 (6) remained stable, and Class 5 (6) won. It's our turn to Class Five (1), and our opponent is Class Five (5).
When we looked at them, we laughed. Basically, they are small people. We are a shoo-in. As expected, Class Five (5) was defeated in just one round, and we won by a landslide! After several wars, our Class Five (1) and Class Five (3) entered the finals.
But school will be over soon at this time, and it will be decided in the afternoon. I had a good rest at home at noon and made full preparations before the game.
In the afternoon, we gathered in the playground at the back. The stadium is very lively, and everyone is talking and guessing who will win or lose.
It was time for the game, and the whole audience was silent. We each entered the "combat post", holding the rope with both hands, with our feet facing each other and holding our breath. As soon as the referee blew the whistle, we all backed away desperately, and the cheerleaders also shouted "Class Five (1), come on! Class 5 (1) will win! ..... "Suddenly excited on the playground-surge of emotion surge.
We heard the cheerleaders shouting "Come on, win!" , more confident and more powerful. With the cooperation of Qi Xin, after a few minutes of decisive battle, the red line tied to the rope slowly moved towards us.
8.400-word composition: The school held a sports meeting and the tug-of-war was lost. Everyone cried. On the afternoon before New Year's Day, our school held an exciting tug-of-war competition.
I'm excited to think about it now. That afternoon, the whole playground of the school was crowded with primary school students and became an ocean of people.
In the competition, the athletes of all classes performed very well, which brought us wonderful competitions and made us very happy. The competition was held in turn according to the grade group, and finally it was our sixth grade.
The athletes in our class become more and more nervous as soon as they play. The first game is our class (Class 6 B) and Class 6 A.
As soon as the athletes from both sides came on stage, they clung to the hemp rope one by one. As the whistle sounded, the two sides immediately entered the strength contest.
The cheerleaders in our class are desperately shouting, "Come on, Class Six B! Class six B will win! " The cheerleaders of Class Six are not afraid of weakness. The shouts of both sides were deafening and soared into the sky.
Watch our class step by step towards victory. The other party is not a vegetarian, and desperately persists with the strength of breastfeeding. In the end, they can't compete with our class.
Our class won! The whole class was in jubilation. But class a is miserable, one by one like frosted eggplant.
Our class successfully entered the finals. The second game is the confrontation between Class Six C and Class Six D. ..
The game has started, and the disparity between the two sides seems to be great. Class c seems to be struggling and can't work hard at all. After only a few tens of seconds of stalemate, the athletes in Class C fell to the ground one by one. I think our class may meet a real opponent in the next round.
The third game is the deciding game. Our class and Class Six are already gearing up and eager to try.
The whistle sounded again, and the members of our class tried their best to fight against their opponents. Cheerleaders are cheering for their players. They are hoarse and can't control their excitement.
For a long time, the two sides were evenly matched. I seem to hear the creaking sound of hemp rope, as if it were going to break.
Look at the athletes on the field. They held the tug-of-war rope in both hands, and the sweat like soybeans dripped down and their teeth rattled. Some grinned, some flushed, and even the cheerleaders shouted like ripe apples.
Our class is moving towards the end of victory bit by bit. I looked at that scene, nervous, clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, thinking: Don't go wrong at this time! Seeing is only one step away from victory.
At this time, the game changed dramatically. In a blink of an eye, our class was pulled back by the other side and lost the game at the last moment of victory.
After the game, all the students in our class felt backache, frowned and bowed their heads heavily. I cried sadly.
The teacher comforted us and said; "Although you lost to your opponent, you will always win in my heart!" Unique Tug-of-War Competition It's sunny today, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. All the students are very happy. It turns out that this afternoon, we will hold a special tug-of-war competition. Finally, in the afternoon, the students came to the playground and saw a thick hemp rope with a red ribbon tied in the middle, just like a hibernating boa constrictor.
The students are all gearing up and full of confidence. Some are warming up before tug-of-war, some are encouraging each other to cheer, and some can't wait for the game to start immediately. Then the referee came over and introduced us to the rules of the game: as long as the red ribbon in the middle of the hemp rope is pulled over his white line, it is victory.
The first game has begun. Our classmate Qi Xin worked hard together and persisted. The cheerleaders next to us also cheered for us. We finally won the first game. After changing the venue, the second game began.
Because the students spent a lot of energy in the first game, plus some students got carried away and some underestimated the enemy, so we lost and tied with Class 5 (1). Next came an exciting deciding game, in which both players tightened their hemp ropes and prepared for a decisive battle.
The whistle sounded and the third game officially began! The players on both sides gritted their teeth and flushed like red tomatoes. Everyone put their feet on the ground and grasped the hemp rope tightly, and the strength to suck milk came out. No one wants to show weakness and win this last game. First, Zhao Quan, the "Hercules" in our class, is not only big, but also strong. It's not bad to be a pioneer I saw his eyes as big as two bells, his feet on the ground, his face facing the sky, pulling the rope hard, making his face red and his expression serious as if to think: I must not let go, I must persist, persist and persist.
I stood in the middle of the line and put my hand into the rope. At this moment, I only felt the pain in my hand. I thought: I must not let go. This is the decisive game. We have to win. Cao Hao, a classmate in front of me, didn't notice this. He frowned, and though he was sweating, he seemed to think: I must stick to it and not relax, winning glory for our class.
Second, I finally look forward to Thursday afternoon. All the students were in high spirits and rushed downstairs to have a tug-of-war competition.
Downstairs, I saw a thick and long hemp rope on the playground. The students stood in a row consciously, and Miss Li kept telling us: "Work hard, you must work hard!" " I hear it in my ears and keep it in my heart. I made up my mind: I must win glory for my class and win! See the male students swaggering, stretching out their arms and saying, "I will definitely beat other classes!" " "full of confidence
"Please compete with Class Four and Class Five before Class Four and Class One." The referee said.
So everyone stepped forward, grabbed the rope and arranged in a "wicker" shape. I am so nervous! My heart is pounding.
"Du-"whistle sounded, and everyone blushed. The students' hands are like handfuls of pliers, holding the rope tightly. Some eyes are round and bite their teeth, while others are closed. They kept shouting "hey-hey-". Everyone leaned back together, and the students next to them shouted, "Come on, come on." One after another, it was deafening.
But everyone can't do it. Gradually, the little bell in the middle of the hemp rope is getting farther and farther away from us, and the referee said forcefully. Cheers came from class 4.5.
Students cheer for each other, cheer each other up, and continue the game after changing venues. "Du-"Touching whistle sounded again.
9. An unforgettable scene composition tug-of-war competition Yan Boxuan, a class of four in Minzu Street Primary School, Fuxin City, Liaoning Province, constantly washed away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, there is one thing that has always impressed me. I remember it was last autumn. In the composition class, the teacher tries to let us exercise, cultivate sentiment and cultivate observation. Organized a tug-of-war competition. 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 two teams are equal in strength and do not give in to each other. 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 held the rope tightly, and they landed one by one, leaning back. Pull the rope desperately in your 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 point, our players are all red-eyed, some red-faced, and some stunned. Others grabbed the rope with both hands and riveted their strength to pull in their own direction. Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved to our side, and our eagles won. Later, our team won two games in a row, and finally we won. This tug-of-war competition made me understand that unity is strength and inspired me to establish confidence in overcoming difficulties in the future. I will never forget this time.