A 400-word essay on sports games only includes football, basketball, basketball and basketball.

On a Thursday afternoon last year, the sports meeting that I had been looking forward to for a long time came.

The entrance ceremony began, the music also played, and we walked out of the teaching building in neat lines, majestic and high-spirited.

The competition events include: long jump, shuttlecock kicking, net rope jumping, accurate shooting, high jump,,,,,,, the most exciting one is the relay race.

On the starting line, there was only a "pop" sound, and the little athlete rushed out quickly like an arrow off the string. "Come on, come on!" Around the playground, students from Class 5 (1), some were holding signs, some were waving their fists, and some were eager to try, eager to jump out of the cheerleading team and join the running ranks. The baton was passed down one by one, and it was my turn to take over. My heart was pounding, like a little white rabbit jumping in my arms, and like a big drum beating continuously. At this time I thought: I want to run faster, faster than other classes. So I caught the baton steadily and accelerated towards the finish line. The wind whistled in my ears, "Come on Zhou Yifan! Come on Zhou Yifan!" The shouts became louder and louder. The other classes have left a big gap, and now the one who is bringing honor to our class is Wei Haoyi, the universally recognized "Scud", who has jumped out. We are victorious.

This is really a fierce sports meeting! This sports event made me understand: as long as you work hard, you will succeed. The collective honor is our greatest strength!

Sports Meet (Tug of War) (Composition)

Tug of War Competition In order to celebrate the arrival of June Day, the school held a grand tug of war competition. The students were overjoyed when they heard the news. Crazy. Come to the playground, the tug-of-war is about to begin.

I don’t know where this news came from.

The students hurried to the playground and only heard the referee announcing the rules of the game, and then it officially started.

It started, and the scene turned from ebb to climax. The cheers and stomping sounds of the students merged into one. Finally, we reached our class. The male students immediately went into battle, stood up, and took their postures. , into the "Gong" position, use your feet to push your feet and hook your feet; lean back and use your hands to grasp the hemp rope with force like iron pliers.

Waiting for the whistle to sound, the students ate milk with all their strength, like tigers.

The veins in our hands are abrupt.

The muscles were tense, the sweat on the body was straight, the hair stood up, the forehead was curled up, the palms of the hands were red from being strangled by the rope, some were even blistered, and beads of sweat were rolling down.

Despite this, we still pulled out as hard as we could, and the more we pulled out, the harder it became. We gritted our teeth and endured the pain, thinking: We must persist, we must not relax, and we must win. Must win.

Our legs kept moving back, farther and farther, and the red scarf slowly moved closer to us from the midpoint.

Seeing that we were about to win, Class 6 and 15 were not to be outdone. They all used their best strength, with bulging cheeks and red and swollen faces, like steel warriors.

We originally thought we were sure to win, so we didn’t pay attention to each other, but the students from Class 6 and Class 15 made a sudden "attack" while we were not paying attention.

This time, it made us dizzy and swaying, as if we had drunk alcohol.

The red scarf is getting closer and closer to the other party, what should I do? Some teachers around encouraged us and cheered for us. The students also began to calm down and cheer up. The cheerleading team also cheered us: "Class 616, come on, Class 616, come on..." After listening to the cheerleading team, We were suddenly filled with strength and pulled the rope back hard. The red scarf slowly came towards us, "Win!" we cheered.

In the second game, because the students were too proud last time, the whole army was wiped out.

The same is true for the third game. At this time, we are not discouraged because we tried our best.

Therefore, we must also shout for our victory: "Ah! We "won"..." This voice is also the voice of victory and the voice of unity.

It echoed in the sky for a long time.

Ah, what a *** tug-of-war. It not only makes our friendship deeper, stronger, and more united, but also brings us incomparable happiness, incomparable... Winter There is a tug of war in the composition of the sports meeting. Be more detailed and hurry up!

It started, and the scene turned from low to climax. The cheers and stomping of the students merged into one. Finally, they reached our class. The male students immediately went into battle, stood up, and took their postures. , into the "Gong" position, use your feet to push your feet and hook your feet; lean back and use your hands to grasp the hemp rope with force like iron pliers.

Waiting for the whistle to sound, the students began to feed with all their strength, like tigers.

The veins in our hands are abrupt.

The muscles were tense, the sweat on the body was straight, the hair stood up, the forehead was curled up, the palms of the hands were red from being strangled by the rope, some were even blistered, and beads of sweat were rolling down.

Despite this, we still pulled hard, and the more we pulled, the more "harsh" it became. We gritted our teeth, endured the pain, and thought to ourselves: We must persist, cannot relax, and win. Must win.

Our legs kept moving back, farther and farther, and the red scarf slowly moved closer to us from the midpoint.

Seeing that we were about to win, Class 6 and 15 were not to be outdone. They all used their best strength, with bulging cheeks and red and swollen faces, like steel warriors.

We originally thought we were sure to win, so we didn’t pay attention to each other, but the students from Class 6 and Class 15 made a sudden "attack" while we were not paying attention.

This time, it made us dizzy and swaying, as if we had drunk ***.

The red scarf is getting closer and closer to the other party, what should I do? Some teachers around encouraged us and cheered for us. The students also began to calm down and cheer up. The cheerleading team also cheered us: "Class 616, come on, Class 616, come on..." After listening to the cheerleading team, We were suddenly filled with strength and pulled the rope back hard. The red scarf slowly came towards us, "Win!" we cheered.

...Composition on tug-of-war at the sports meeting, quick

Tug-of-war competition Today is our annual tug-of-war competition day.

The students came to the playground enthusiastically and quickly lined up in two rows, setting up a formation, foot to foot, shoulder to shoulder, gearing up for the tug of war.

"Get ready to start!" Teacher He gave the order, and the students picked up the hemp rope and leaned back. Some students looked calm, as if they had a chance to win, while some students squeezed the hemp rope tightly and stared blankly. His eyes were closed, as if he was trying hard to suck milk.

"Hush!" A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

With the whistle, the tug-of-war began.

Look! The classmate's face turned red, his eyes were wide open, and he used all his strength. The classmate gritted his teeth with his veins exposed, as if to say: "For the honor of the class, I have to persevere!" "I'm also thinking: We will definitely win this game!" So, I shouted loudly: "Come on".

Other students were also shouting "come on", and the deafening sound of cheering echoed over the playground.

Looking at our teacher Li again, I saw her waving her hands back and shouting "come on". Even though her voice was hoarse, she didn't care. Look at her struggling look. , as if the one in the tug-of-war was not her classmates, but herself.

After the unremitting efforts of the students and Teacher Li, our class finally won.

You can imagine the next scene. The whole class was excited. Some of them hugged a ball, some made victory gestures, and some even threw their clothes into the air.

They express their joy in various ways.

Immediately afterwards, the second round of competition began.

The two sides exchanged venues and prepared to start the second round.

Perhaps because they won the last game, the students took it lightly. They rubbed their hands on the ground, trying to increase the friction of their hands, but it was useless - they had not lined up yet. formation.

The "boo" whistle sounded, but before the students had time to fall forward and backward, the game had already begun, and the students were caught off guard.

Looking at the opponent's formation again, they are lined up neatly and evenly - they are ready.

What should I do? We saw it in our eyes and were anxious in our hearts, so we could only shout louder, "Come on! Come on!".

The students also took remedial measures: they tried their best to pull towards themselves.

But it still didn't work. The red mark slowly moved towards the opponent - we lost.

The students frowned, pouted, and looked dejected, while the other students looked complacent.

The two sides are tied one to one, and only the last battle is left. What will be the result? The competition entered a fierce stage, and I was sweating for our class.

The fierce third game began.

The students learned the lessons from the last competition and quickly formed a formation to prepare for the challenge.

At this time, the other party is also ready.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the students responded calmly and pulled back hard.

However, the other party also showed his strength, and the strength of both sides was evenly matched.

At this time, the red mark in the middle of the rope moved to the left and to the right, like a lost child, looking east and west, not knowing where to go.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time.

Perhaps because they did not win the last game and could not let go of their burdens, the students seemed to be unable to do what they expected.

In the end, the "naughty child" walked into the other party's "home" - we lost again.

The students suddenly sat slumped on the ground like eggplants beaten by frost.

Returned to the classroom dejectedly.

Back in the classroom, Teacher Li said to everyone: "Students, it doesn't matter if you lose this time. The key is to sum up the experience and lessons learned this time. We will definitely win next time!" I thought: Yes Ah, as long as we sum up our experience and lessons, will we worry about not being able to win next time? A 400-word essay on the tug-of-war competition in the Winter Games.

In October 2008, the sports meeting of Jinshi Normal University’s primary school officially began. All students participated in the competition with confidence. The final thing that feasted my eyes was the tug-of-war competition.

The competition venue is in the playground, which is circular. On the right side of the circle is a row of lush greenery, and further inside is the laboratory building; on the left side of the circle is the physical education office and the teacher’s dormitory, which is both beautiful and beautiful. Convenient; behind the circle is the teaching building.

For the use of the upper classes; a flagpole stands on the northwest side of the circle.

On the playground, teams came on stage one by one, "Come on, come on!" I heard shouts like this from time to time.

Teacher Fang led us into the competition venue. We stretched and did some preparatory activities, as if we were bound to win.

Zhao Jin, who was at the front, looked very strong. Those behind us acted as hindsight, and some bystanders stared intently at the rope.

Hearing just one whistle, Teacher Fang ignored it and shouted: "One two three, one two three, come on, hurry up! One two three, one two three..." Their class When he saw that we were about to pull him over, he was discouraged. When the referee blew the whistle, the whole class cheered, and Teacher Fang became even more happy.

The students in Class 2 (1) were like balloons punctured by nails, with frustrated faces. The next round was the one that would determine the outcome. The atmosphere in the audience was even more cheering and enthusiastic. We just stared with bated breath. Teacher Fang was full of confidence, but still did not stop shouting. When the referee said that Class 2 (7) won, I released the cheers buried in my heart to my heart's content. When I returned to the class, my classmates still cheered. Always immersed in joy.

After I got home, my mother cooked a big sea bass until I was tired, which made me very happy.

... Skipping Rope Running Tug-of-War Games Essay 100

In late autumn, on a Thursday afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and our school held the Autumn Fun Track and Field Games.

The opening ceremony started first, with Principal Han delivering a speech and Director Liu reading out the competition items and rules.

The first competition is the senior group in the east field, a mixed relay race for boys and girls. Each class consists of fifteen people, including ten boys and five girls.

Look, the competition between Class 5 (1) and our Class 5 (2) has begun.

Even though the students in Class 5 (1) are not tall, they can run on par with the tall people in our class.

The athletes flew across the sports field like arrows, and the cheerleaders were even more excited. They all stood up straight, used all their strength to keep up with the beat, and loudly cheered for their class. Come on, athletes.

Seeing that our class was lagging behind, luckily Luo Kun, the scud, sprinted over with his tail, ah! At this point, we win.

Suddenly the playground burst into cheers.

In the following tug-of-war competition, the students of our class worked hard and won class 5 (1) again. We happily danced and laughed around the class teacher... While the students were still silent in the first In the excitement of one person, the mixed bowling relay race between teachers and students of the Chinese language group and the mathematics group started again.

The students flocked to the competition field.

The usually serious teacher is lively and energetic on the competition field, regardless of top or bottom.

The referee brought two pots of flowers and placed them twenty meters away from the starting point. He also brought two balls and gave them to the first teacher of the Chinese group and the math group respectively.

The game started. The teacher bent over and ran forward with the ball. The ball was scurrying around like a naughty child, but it couldn't escape the teacher's dexterous hands.

The students on the cheerleading team on both sides of the competition track were smiling happily, jumping and shouting hard for the teacher to cheer for them.

The mixed bowling relay race between teachers and students of the Chinese language group and the mathematics group is over.

As a result, the teachers and students of the mathematics group won.

In the west arena, the teacher’s tug-of-war competition was also exciting.

The tug-of-war competition began. The teachers worked hard and pulled the rope towards themselves. In the end, the teacher of the Chinese group won.

On the south side of the field, the teacher's table tennis game began. Even though teachers usually don't play table tennis, what we didn't expect was that the teachers played table tennis with skill and skill, which dazzled us.

On the north side of the field, the fun games played by the lower grades were also very exciting, and bursts of applause broke out from time to time.

The sun is setting, and our school’s fun sports meeting has concluded successfully.

The students left the playing field reluctantly, looking forward to the next sports meeting.

The composition "Wonderful Moments" is about a sports meeting, mainly about tug-of-war

On the playground, the cheers and stampings of the students merged into one. With the eager anticipation of the students, the competition was about to begin. The competition of each class The athletes entered the battle in high spirits. They took up their positions, stared at the team, and grasped the hemp rope tightly with their hands like iron pliers. They only waited for the referee's order. As soon as the whistle sounded, the students used all their strength to suck the hemp rope. They were so strong that they wanted to pull back like a bullfight. Some students had tight muscles and protruding tendons. After a while, beads of sweat oozed from their faces. Many students' hands were red from being strangled by the rope. They We still gritted our teeth, endured the pain, and kept pulling. Thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, the red tape in the middle of the rope slowly moved towards us. Seeing this, the cheerleaders in my class shouted happily To: "Come on! Come on! We are about to win!" Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other party was not to be outdone. With the encouragement of their cheerleaders, their team members also used their best efforts, and some of them puffed out their cheeks. Help, some yelled while pulling hard. The red ribbon on the rope moved towards them again. Seeing that the victory in our hands was moving away from us again, the cheerleaders became anxious: "No! Come on! Lean back." ! Push hard-" Hey! This shout really worked, and the rope gradually moved to our side. "One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on!" The cheerleaders shouted for us rhythmically, and our team members were very energetic. It seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the red belt moved towards us little by little. No matter how hard the other party tried, it was of no avail. Unexpectedly, we used too much force, and the rope was suddenly pulled over, and the students all fell to the ground. We won the first game, and the students high-fived each other regardless of the pain in their hands. Sports meeting tug-of-war diary

Today, with the autumn wind coming, we ushered in the annual sports meeting again.

The most thrilling thing for me was the tug-of-war, and we lost to Class 2.

Several brave and capable athletes in our class were gearing up, but I stood there stupidly watching other classes tug-of-war. This can’t help but bring back my memories. Last year, our home was here. We lost to Class 2, but we must win it back this year.

The game is about to start. We athletes wiped the sand and prepared for the tug of war. We stood on the field and were very nervous. After all, our opponent was the previous champion.

This time, we must win and let Class 2 see if we have the strength.

I gently picked up the hemp rope and took a posture ready to fight at any time, as if I was going to fight the second class desperately.

Following the teacher’s order, we tried our best and pulled hard, but the opponent was like a lead weight, unable to pull it over no matter what, but we were like a doll at their mercy.

Oops, it’s over, I’m about to be pulled over. No, we must bring glory to our class, and we can’t deduct the total points of our class.

"Come on, come on." The cheers of cheering encouraged us to pull our opponents over, but we were still pulled over by them.

I smiled and comforted myself: "Haha, we are conserving our strength. The second team is doing its best. We will win the next two rounds.

"Well, What to do? We can't lose again and again. If we lose, if word spreads, I won't be ashamed. If we win, we won't be the great heroes of the class. Alas, for the honor of the class, let's give it a try.

I once again stood on the "battlefield", ready to fight to the death with them. Alas, however, we tried our best and couldn't defeat them. In the end, we lost miserably 2:0.

Although we lost, the important thing is to participate. It doesn’t matter whether we win or not, as long as we work hard, and the purpose of holding the sports meeting is to exercise. As long as the real purpose is achieved, what is the meaning of winning or losing? Only when we are healthy, happy when we win, and happy when we lose, can we truly win.

Finally, we ended this hearty sports meeting in a happy mood.

...Write a composition about the tug-of-war competition in a sports meeting

Today, we held a fierce tug-of-war competition on the playground.

On the playground, the cheers and stamping of the students' feet blended into one.

With the eager anticipation of the students, the competition is about to begin.

Athletes from each class took to the battlefield in high spirits. They set up their postures, stared at the team, and grasped the hemp rope tightly with their hands like iron pliers, waiting for the referee's order.

As soon as the whistle blew, the students tried their best to pull back like a bullfight.

Some students had tight muscles and protruding tendons, and beads of sweat broke out on their faces within a short time.

Many students’ hands were red from being strangled by the rope, but they still gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and kept pulling.

Thanks to everyone’s concerted efforts, the red ribbon in the middle of the rope slowly moved towards us.

Seeing this situation, the cheerleaders in my class shouted happily: "Come on! Come on! We are about to win!" The other party saw that the situation was not good and was not to be outdone. With the cheering of their cheerleaders Next, their team members also used all their strength, some puffed out their cheeks, and some roared while pulling hard.

The red ribbon on the rope moved towards them again.

Seeing that our victory was far away from us again, the cheerleaders were anxious: "No! Come on! Lean back! Try as hard as you can -" Hey! This shout really worked, and the rope gradually moved to our side.

"One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on!" The cheerleaders shouted for us rhythmically, and the energy of our team members seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the red belts were getting bigger and bigger. It moved towards us bit by bit, no matter how hard the opponent tried, it was of no avail.

Unexpectedly, we used too much force and the rope was suddenly pulled over. All the students fell to the ground. The most unlucky one was me, because I was the last one and the students were all on top of me. On my body, I almost squeezed out all the lunch I had eaten.

We won the first game, and the students high-fived each other regardless of the pain in their hands.

Knowing that the opponent was not convinced and wanted us to play an extra game with them, we readily agreed.

I think: We will pull you here all at once this time to see if you are still convinced, hey! Unexpectedly, the other party played a trick - the whole class came together, so we lost the game.

However, the game they won was disgraceful.

I think: the competition is not necessarily about winning, but about friendship, spirit and style. This is the most important tug-of-war competition essay 500 words

Friday , our school held an autumn fun sports meeting, including rope skipping, running, shuttlecock kicking, tug of war... I participated in the tug of war.

At two o'clock on Friday afternoon, the tug-of-war contestants from our class and other students came to the spacious playground together, waiting for the tug-of-war contest.

The first round of horse racing is about to begin, and all the students on the field are gearing up and getting ready for the competition.

They held the rope tightly in their hands, put one leg in front, and took a step back with the other leg, preparing to fight to the death with each other.

With just a "beep" whistle, the PE teacher suddenly waved the signal flag down, and the game began.

Looking at the students on the field, they pushed their legs forward and leaned back, using all their strength to pull back. The red rope on the rope was suddenly pulled towards our class. After a while, he was pulled towards Class 43.

After a while, all the students in our class were so tired that they were sweating profusely and their faces were red.

The cheerleaders of our two classes also cheered for them desperately. We shouted in unison, "Class 44, come on! Class 44, come on!" The sound was deafening.

The participating students heard the cheering sound of our cheerleading team and worked harder. However, because the students in our class did not have the endurance as the students in Class 4 and 3, we ultimately lost the game.

The second game started, but our class couldn’t pull the other side no matter how hard we tried, and our cheerleading team was almost discouraged.

Obviously, we lost again in the second game.

The third game is the last one, and it is also the game that is about to end. We are all sweating for the students who participated.

The whistle sounded, and the students in our class pulled back desperately. Seeing that the red rope was coming, some students couldn't hold on anymore. As soon as they relaxed, the red rope was pulled back by Class 4 and 3. was pulled back.

We lost again.

Although our class did not win a single game in this game, I know that the students tried their best.

Our teacher also said afterwards that it doesn’t matter whether we win or not, as long as we try our best.

But I still hope that our class can win.

If our class wins, I will definitely be happier.

That day, the students were sweating profusely; that day.

The classmates were united as one; that day, the classmates tried their best; that day, the classmates' voices were hoarse; that day, one after another, deafening; that day, thrilling, deafening; that day, I will always Can't forget.

On that day, a tug-of-war competition was held.

...Chen Wenbo and the other two captains punched each other.

As a result, the boys in our class competed with the boys in Class 6 and 5 first... Looking forward to the stars and the moon, it was finally the girls' time to compete.

Girls from classes 6 and 7 versus girls from classes 6 and 6.

So everyone stepped forward, pulled the rope, and formed a "wicker" shape.

I was extremely nervous, and my heart was pounding. The classmate next to me seemed to see what I was thinking, and said to me: "It's okay, don't be nervous, relax..." "Beep" , the whistle sounded, everyone leaned back together, and their faces turned red.

The hands of the students were like a pair of large pliers, holding on to the rope tightly.

At this time, I used all my strength to step backward step by step.

But who knew that the girls in Class 6 and 6 were also very energetic. With such a pull from both sides, I seemed to be floating.

Looking to the right again, I saw Zhang Min's eyes widened, her teeth clenched, sweat "jumping" from her hair.

Ouch! There was a thorn on the hemp rope stuck in my hand. I changed my hand and put my right hand in front. Unexpectedly, as soon as I changed my hands, the students' hands occupied the rope, and I didn't know where to put my other hand. Where was it? When I was anxious, I saw the teacher and the cheerleaders kept shouting to us, "Come on, come on!" There seemed to be a place for me to let go of the rope. I put my hand on it and pulled hard.

Finally, the referee made a "beep" sound, ending the first game.

Looking at the scoreboard 1:0, "Ha, we won.

"During the cheers, I don't feel the pain in my hands anymore..." The second game started, Get ready.

"The teacher shouted.

The "beep" whistle sounded, and we pulled back together.

I heard the cheerleaders shouting loudly: "Come on sixty-seven, come on sixty-seven."

One after another, it was deafening.

Our tug-of-war classmates worked harder.

...Gradually the red cloth strips are getting closer and closer to us, "Yeah", we won, I am so happy...Through the tug-of-war competition, I understood that a small water droplet can only melt into the sea will not be evaporated, a flower will not be buried until it blooms in the garden, and a person can only play a greater role in the collective, because - unity is powerful

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