Remember a tug-of-war game

Remember a tug-of-war match 1

I was very happy in the last week of fourth grade, because that week in physical education class, we held a tug-of-war match on the playground. I gained a lot from this game.

As soon as the bell rang, the students went to the playground to prepare for physical education class. At this time, the teacher brought a thick and long hemp rope and asked us to have a tug-of-war game. The students were very happy. I saw that all the team members were full of energy. As soon as the whistle blew, Team A came to the arena: they grabbed the rope and got into position. It seemed that everyone wanted to win this game. Another whistle blew and the game began. Look, Xiao Ming from our team gritted his teeth and held his breath; Xiao Gang opened his eyes wide, as if he saw a red-cloaked bison and tried his best; Beads of sweat. Looking at the members of Team B, they were not to be outdone. They landed on the soles of their feet, grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled back hard. The strength of both sides is very strong, and they are still equally matched. The rope moves here and there, like two chickens fighting to eat a bug. At this time, I felt my hands were burning, and I heard the cheerleaders cheering in my ears: Come on, Team A, Team A will win! The members of our team seemed to have been injected with a cardiotonic drug. Everyone exerted their strength and pulled back. The opponent was caught off guard and slid forward involuntarily. Oops! What a shame, we almost crossed the line. I thought to myself.

At this time, the members of Team B quickly calmed down and began to respond more calmly. Perhaps because the members of Team B were experienced and strong, they pulled hard and the members of our team moved forward. After a fall, the rope passed the line, and they won. We won! Team B wins! I saw the other team's cheerleaders cheering. Some of their team members simply lay down, some cheered, some sat on the ground, and some hugged them. Although our team lost, some people generously walked over to congratulate them. They

I was very happy that week. This game made me understand: unity is powerful.

The fifth grade of Dunnan Primary School: Chen Yingzhao remembers a tug-of-war match 2

"Yeah, we won" "We won, it's great"...the cheers continued, It turned out that we won the tug-of-war.

As soon as I arrived between classes, I quickly lined up for the game. Although I was not selected for the tug of war, it was an honor to be a cheerleader cheering for them. I ran to the playground at a speed of 10 billion light years, wow! The black mass was full of people, like an army about to go out, which shocked me.

The referee blew his whistle and the game started. The first ones to come on stage were Class 2 and Class 3. Class 3 defeated Class 2 effortlessly, which made Class 3 laugh. When we arrived, we saw Class 4 approaching us aggressively, as if they were bound to win. The physical education teacher helped us set the position and then we started. I nervously wiped the sweat off my head and shouted: "Six (1), come on, six (1) will win." With the cheers and cheers of the cheerleaders, our class finally won, and everyone cheered.

The nervous second round began. I heard them say that Class 3 is very powerful and has never lost. When I saw that the people in Class 3 were very fat and tall, I couldn't help but sweat. Can we beat them if Class 3 is so powerful? ( )

"Woo" started, and the players on both sides were seen holding the rope tightly, as if they would run away if they let go of the rope. The red ribbon tied in the middle of the rope did not move at all, because both teams tried their best and no one was willing to let the other go. Finally, the red ribbon slowly moved towards our side. It was fast, fast, and we were about to win, but God did not follow people's wishes. At this moment, Class 3 suddenly pulled us back like a powerful electric fan. Of course, our class is not a vegetarian. The team members tried their best and their feet seemed to be rooted in the soil. No matter how hard the opponent pulled, they couldn't move. The referee's long whistle sounded as long as a century, and a short period of silence was followed by a long period of carnival...

Of course there will be successes and failures. We must not belittle ourselves, let alone be arrogant! Remember a tug-of-war competition 3

On the eve of the National Day, the school held a "Celebrating National Day" - a tug-of-war competition to commemorate the birthday of the great motherland. The students were very happy.

On the day of the competition, the playground was crowded with people, everyone was working hard, gearing up and eager to try. The referee teacher used a loudspeaker to announce the rules and precautions of the game, and tied a red scarf at the midpoint of the hemp rope used for the game as a mark. A cordon was also drawn on the playing field. The players of the two teams lined up, held the hemp rope tightly, and got into the best preparation posture. As the referee blew the whistle, the game officially began! All the students on the field were like warriors in battle, guarding their positions tightly. The crowds of people on the playground were rushing here. The cheers and cheers around the field were deafening, and the whole playground became a sea of ??joy.

The time has come for our class to face off against other classes. Look, the students are all as high-spirited as chicken blood, as if the right to victory is in our hands. As a sharp whistle sounded, the students in both classes used all their strength to push their front feet against their back feet, grasped the hemp rope with both hands, and leaned back as hard as they could. I was sandwiched between the team members. I felt like my arm muscles were about to break. I was sweating profusely and my hands were sore from being strangled by the hemp rope. You can tell by looking at the facial expressions of the team members. Everyone feels as uncomfortable as me, but all of us will never give up our faith, thinking that we must win, and we will definitely win! Perhaps the thoughts in my heart turned into actions. The red scarf in the middle of the hemp rope slowly moved closer to our position, and victory was in sight.

However, the other team members were not to be outdone. They all tried their best and the rope remained deadlocked for a long time. Li Zhengzheng, a classmate of our team, said loudly: "Hold on! We must win!" This shout seemed to inject a shot in the arm of our team. The cheerleaders of the two teams also cheered for their teammates at the top of their lungs. In just a moment, We felt the rope in our hands loosened, and many teammates fell backwards to the ground, with somewhat confused expressions on their faces. We won the first game with difficulty!

In the following second and third games, our team won 1 win and 1 loss, winning the group stage. I sat on the grass, touching my hand that was blistered by the hemp rope, feeling the power of unity and trust, and my mood was as bright as the autumn sun! Remember a tug-of-war match 4

On Wednesday afternoon, the teacher announced: "Tomorrow afternoon in the second period, we will have a tug-of-war match with Class 11." After hearing this, the students were all gearing up.

In the second PE class, the sports committee member brought a rope and tied a red scarf in the middle to represent the midpoint line. As long as the red scarf on the rope passed the white line, that class would win. In order to better express myself, I ran around the playground to warm up. Then, the game begins.

First there was the class competition. We all held the rope and leaned back, with one foot in front and one foot behind, waiting for the teacher's command. When the physical education teacher gave the order, I puffed up my cheeks. After a while, I felt a huge pulling force on my hand. The classmates' voices were hoarse from shouting, but we no longer had the strength to do it. My arms and legs were shaking and my hands hurt like knives. In the end, we were pulled down by the other party. In the second set, the students all announced to each other: "When the whistle blows, we will surprise them in an instant." As expected, our class won this set.

Then it was boys versus boys. Team members from both sides grasped the rope together, holding hands hand in hand and pushing their feet against each other, using all their strength to pull out. The red scarf in the middle of the rope moves from left to right, just like two ducks trying to eat an earthworm, biting and holding on tightly. At this time, my palms were sweating, the rope began to slip in my hands, and my legs began to feel weak. But I thought: If I give up or let go now, it will definitely affect the morale of the entire team, so I persisted regardless of my own safety. Finally we win again!

Our class lost the total score of this game. When they returned to the classroom, the students were exhausted and their palms were blistered. But none of us were disappointed by the failure. We all said firmly: "Next time, we will turn defeat into victory!" Through this activity, I also learned a truth: "When everyone is united, loess turns into gold." Remember a tug-of-war competition 5

In the spring breeze, in the peach blossoms, in that spring-like season all year round, we are looking forward to the annual tug-of-war competition.

In the midst of laughter and noise, the teacher took us to the basketball court to prepare for the class tug-of-war competition. The huge fireball in the sky added a touch of excitement to the game.

I saw all the students gearing up and doing warm-up exercises. The players' faces were tense, like soldiers who were about to fight on the battlefield. They walked into the competition venue with their heads held high and their military-like aura.

The preliminary round began. As soon as the whistle blew, the players immediately tried their best to pull back. Every step back was progress, but the enemy was not to be outdone. The two teams were always on par, with the rope moving to the left and to the right. As a spectator, I was extremely nervous and wanted to run up and help them! look! The students at the back of the tug-of-war team suddenly exerted their strength, and there was a turn on the field. The rope was closer to our side. When the classmates saw that they had won, they clapped as hard as they could. Sure enough, our class won the first game!

In the second game, we underestimated the enemy too much, so we were overtaken by the enemy with an absolute advantage.

The most exciting final is here! As soon as the players entered the arena, they pulled back desperately, as if they were competing with someone. Wait, the enemy has made arrangements this time. Their girls are in front and their boys are in the back. They use clever formations to increase their strength and pull us back. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. At this moment, the teacher shouted: "Come on, come on!" The students also shouted, and the players' morale suddenly increased greatly, shouting desperately: "One, two, one, two!" The rope was pulled back, step by step, the rope was pulled Back. The referee yelled: "Stop!" The sound pierced the sky, the air condensed, and the students shouted: "We won!" The students hugged each other excitedly and cheered.

In this event, our class won the victory, and we also understood the principle of everyone adding fuel to the fire. Remember a tug-of-war match 6

"Haha, we won!" The students in our class were like energetic little birds, jumping around on the playground, with smiles of victory on their faces...

It was a Thursday afternoon, and the sixth grade in our school held a tug-of-war competition. The students were so enthusiastic that they all came to the playground on time and lined up. The thick and long ropes were coiled on the ground like giant snakes, and the quiet playground suddenly became lively. Some of the students were confident as if they were sure of victory; some were analyzing the final winner enthusiastically... The teachers were also very busy, directing the "battle" formations at one moment, maintaining order among the students at another, and acting as the teacher at the next. The cheerleaders cheered. The contestants were extremely excited, full of confidence, and eager to try. The cheerleaders were shouting at each other, the scene was full of gunpowder, and the "war" was about to start at any time.

"Ready, start!" the referee ordered. The members of my class and the second class immediately used all their strength to clamp the rope like iron pliers, fearing that it would grow legs and run away. His feet were also firmly planted on the ground, as if they were made of iron. The red cloth in the middle of the rope moved from left to right, and my heart went up and down like a roller coaster. Look! Wang Zhe's eyes were fixed on the red cloth, his body leaned back, and he pulled hard on the rope. His brows and face were twisted into a ball, and his cheeks were bulging like balloons as if they were about to explode at any time. Wang Keying gritted her teeth, her face was distorted due to excessive exertion, her veins popped out one by one, and sweat dropped drop by drop. Such a "man" is so admirable! Tang Hao, who was standing at the end of the team, also used his "killer". He wrapped the rope around his big body and used his own weight to hang the rope. He rushed in the opposite direction like a chicken blood, shouting loudly, "That formation... , as if he was going to eat someone alive! "Come on, come on!" Our shouts at the end of the break were like deafening drums, which boosted their morale. Soon enough, the players in our class seized the opportunity and pulled hard with all their strength. The bright red strip of cloth flew into our camp like a cute angel---we won...

< p>The exciting tug-of-war ended quickly, but the red rope marks on the players’ hands were deeply imprinted on my heart. Remember a tug-of-war match 7

Speaking of memories, they are like shells on the beach, there are too many to count. Whenever I go downstairs to play and see the thick hemp rope next to the iron tree, my heart I couldn't help but feel a little shocked, and I couldn't help but think of the tug-of-war scene in the community competition last month.

In order to promote community harmony and enhance friendship among neighbors, the property management held a lively tug-of-war competition in the community at the end of last month. The tug-of-war competition was divided into youth groups and juvenile groups. Children in the community naturally belong to In the youth group, in order to win the game, we are gearing up and hoping to win in one fell swoop.

The property management uncle took a thick hemp rope, tied a small bell in the middle of the rope, and drew the boundary with chalk on the ground. Our youth group is divided into two teams, the other team is the blue team, and we are the red team. The rules of the game are, whichever side the bell is pulled, wins.

With the referee’s order, the game started. The players all blushed, leaning on their feet, grabbing the rope and pulling it towards themselves with all their strength. Everyone bit the rope. As if they were about to bite their teeth off, the team members pulled the rope tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw. The cheerleaders next to them shouted enthusiastically and loudly: "Come on, come on!" The passionate voice encouraged us to work hard. I pulled the rope like my life. Under the confrontation between the two sides, the small bell in the middle of the hemp rope moved to the left and right for a while. People's eyes also turned to follow the small bell. Seeing that everyone's strength was almost exhausted, I hurried to A very capable little fat guy from our team said: "This is not the way to go. Turn your back quickly, push your body down, and hang the rope as a weight." The little fat guy immediately understood what I meant and turned around. The red face dragged the bell back as hard as a tracker pulling a boat, and the other party immediately felt the difficulty. We tried harder to pull the bell to our territory. We won. Everyone cheered and clapped, not caring about being caught by the thick hemp rope. Red hands.

More than a month has passed since this tug-of-war competition. Every time I see this rope, it reminds me of the joy and friendship it brings us. Remember a tug-of-war competition 8

Last week our school held a tug-of-war competition. It was a meaningful and unforgettable tug-of-war competition.

Teacher Zhang first selects team members in the class. She asked us to compete in arm wrestling, choosing whoever was stronger. All the selected students were very excited, as if they were going to fight a war at any time. That day I was not selected because I had no strength in my hands. Although I was not selected, I could still cheer for our class.

The game is about to start, and the whole audience is in a state of embarrassment. As the referee blew the whistle, the players were on the verge of breaking out and pulled the rope back with all their might. Lin Ruiyang gritted his teeth, his eyebrows tensed, and his feet seemed to be glued to the lawn; Li Xinhang used all his strength, holding the rope tightly with both hands like suction cups. My classmates and I were cheering for them. Our team members and the second team members competed for each other, not to be outdone, and the scene was tense and intense. After a fierce duel, Class 2 won the first round. As the saying goes: "Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so", I believe that our side will definitely be able to do it in the remaining two rounds! After changing positions, our players' confidence doubled, and the whistle sounded again. Our players took the lead in the second round. They had a clear rhythm at their feet and finally lived up to expectations and won the second round. We and the team members who were watching the game cheered excitedly. Although the team members in the final battle had consumed a lot of energy after the first two rounds of fighting, they were still in high spirits. The last whistle sounded like thunder, and all our team members were as motivated as charging warriors, pulling out desperately, pulling out hard... Finally, the game was over, our team lost the game, and the defeated players were a little dejected, but I want to say to them: "It doesn't matter, because we tried our best!"

Although we lost this tug-of-war, we worked hard for it. Many times the results are not important, what is important is the process. In this tug-of-war competition, I saw the strength of unity and the collective sense of honor of all our classmates in Class 4 of fifth grade. Remember a tug-of-war competition 9

In the second class on Monday morning, after we finished our exercises, we held a tug-of-war competition on the playground.

After class, Teacher Zhou said: "We are going to compete with Class 3 (1) soon." The students all cheered, and they all looked confident, and some even shouted: "Three Class (Two) will win, Class Three (Two) will win!" How I hope Class Three (Two) will win. The game is about to begin. We are holding on to the big rope tightly. I am quite nervous.

We were all ready. The PE teacher stood in the middle, holding the red line on the rope. When the PE teacher blew his whistle, the students all pulled back with all their strength. Some gritted their teeth, some frowned, and their faces turned red. I pushed my feet forward desperately, fell backward, and used all my strength. Seeing that our class was about to lose, we used even more strength. The cheerleaders next to me kept shouting: "Three (two) Come on, Class 3 (2), come on!” In the end, our class still lost.

Back in the classroom, we were very unhappy. The teacher comforted us and said: "The result is not important. What is important is that you all participated in the activity." We laughed happily after hearing this. Remember a tug-of-war competition 10

In the annual sports meeting, a unique tug-of-war competition will be held between our Class 4 (4) and their Class 4 (3).

Before the game started, the playground was already crowded with people and bustling with excitement. The students were all talking and had their own opinions. Even the birds on the trees were chattering away.

The athletes entered the arena, each picked up the rope and took a pose. "Rang -" The game started, and both teams got into the mood. Everyone blushed, and like little tigers, they tried their best to pull the rope. The red rope in the middle is also swaying. The two teams of cheerleaders outside the field were also competing to see who was louder. The fourth (3) class shouted: "Come on, class four (3), come on!" Our class shouted: "Come on, class four (4), come on class four (4)." First!" The shouts were overwhelming, and the voices became louder and louder. You see, Xiaohong's red face was exerting all her strength, and she shouted from time to time: "Ah! Xiaohong fell down!" The fourth (3) class took the opportunity to pull wildly, Xiaohong endured the severe pain, but she Still managed to stand up. The pain made Xiao Hong feel restless like an ant on a hot pot. Xiao Hong continued to stick to her position. "One, two, three, pull!" The team members worked according to the rhythm, and the red rope in the middle moved closer to us step by step. The cheerleaders on the field also joined the ranks and shouted together: "One, two, three, come on!" "The students in Class 4 (3) also tightened their faces and tried their best, but they still couldn't change anything. Passed, passed, the red rope in the middle has passed the line.

"Rang——" With the referee's whistle, a sea of ??cheers formed on the playground. Our four (4) classes were jumping up and down one by one. With a joyful smile, his eyes narrowed to a slit, he kept shouting: "Yeah! We won!" The cheers echoed in the sky on the playground for a long time.

I looked up at the sky and found that it was dusk. What an unforgettable tug-of-war! Remember a tug-of-war competition 11

Yesterday, Teacher Xiao announced: "There will be a tug-of-war competition in the second class in the afternoon!" "Yeah" the class was boiling. I stood next to the chair and jumped crazily with both hands. He raised it high above his head, making a "yeah" gesture, and shouting: "Oh yeah! Oh yeah." Li Xiang next to him was even more crazy, jumping up and down on the chair.

I walked to the playground in the afternoon, and Teacher Tan hadn’t come yet. My body was warm and alive by the sun, but my heart was very nervous, and my palms were still sweating. Let’s warm up first! I found Ling Mengying, and we stood on both sides of a white line, holding hands, "One! Two! Three! Start!" I gave the order, Ling Mengying exerted her strength, and I was not to be outdone, and my body fell backwards so fast. Touched to the ground. However, I was finally pulled over by Ling Mengying.

At this time, Teacher Tan walked towards the playground with figure-eight steps like a penguin. My heart suddenly rose to my throat. The other students were so excited that they ran to Teacher Tan's side dancing and dancing, and some were even humming a little tune! Everyone helped Teacher Tan lay the tug-of-war rope. And our cheerleaders from the red team are discussing countermeasures. We decided to use a "seesaw" strategy, with the weak force standing in front and the strong force standing behind.

Teacher Tan waved his hand and the game began. I tightened my grip on the rope and pulled hard. Xiang Pei's facial features were squeezed together and he no longer looked like her. At this moment, I am like nails nailed to the ground, but our team is still being dragged away by the blue team. The red rope crossed the white line. Alas, our team lost. Our strategy proved to be a failure. So, we made some improvements in the second game and let Wang Qiang stand at the front.

The game started again. At the beginning, we made some progress. The cheerleader Xiong Siyu saw the situation and quickly led the team members to shout: "Red team! Come on! Red team! Come on!" Wang Qiang seemed to be frightened by the sudden cheering sound. The child was confused, and the blue team took the opportunity to pull hard, and the red rope returned to the blue team's side.

Back in the classroom, the blue team members were all laughing, while our red team members were just immersed in our homework. Remember a tug-of-war match 12

This is the last tug-of-war match in our elementary school, and it is also the most special one. This competition was full of joys and sorrows, and I had regrets but gained a lot.

A light rain early in the morning made the ground slippery, so our competition venue was changed to the stadium. There are advantages and disadvantages to competing in the gymnasium. The advantage is that you can closely observe the tug-of-war postures of other classes and correct your own shortcomings. The disadvantage is that because the venue is small, any sound will disturb the players who are competing and distract them. . Before the competition, Teacher Hong and Teacher Liu specially guided the movements and emphasized the key points for us, which increased our chances of winning a lot.

Arriving at the competition venue, the students were all gearing up and eager to try. Our class was the first to play, and everyone had the belief that we must win, so we easily won one or two games without any effort, and won with an overwhelming advantage of 2:0. This state continued into the match against the third class. In the first game, we still won easily, but in the second game, whether it was because the students were a little tired or the other class was high-spirited, the game was deadlocked for some time. During this process, every student had a ferocious expression on their face. They held the rough hemp rope tightly with both hands and held their feet firmly on the ground. They exhausted all their strength and finally defeated their opponents. Qualified to enter the finals. Looking at the experienced Class 9 students across from me, my heart pounded: I don’t know if we can win this time. But the moment I grabbed the long rope, the uneasiness in my heart disappeared again. No matter you win or lose, just do your best. The whistle sounded, and the long rope in their hands fell to the opposite side in an instant. Before anyone could react, Class 9 had already won the first game. It was the same in the second game, and they won the championship without even a minute of stalemate.

We are in second place. Although we are not the champions, we have still made progress. We also understand the principle of "when people unite, the mountains will move". Remember a tug-of-war match 13

"Pa bang bang", listen, the sound of students applauding rang out in the classroom. Why should we applaud? It turned out that Teacher Wang said that because of the cold weather, he would take us to play a traditional game--tug of war to get some exercise. The cheers of the students almost reached the sky and almost turned the roof off!

We came to the playground. There were 52 people in one group, divided into two groups, with 26 people in each group. We were quickly divided into groups, and the next step was to "line up" each group: those with stronger strength stood in the back, those with weaker strength stood in the front, and the rest lined up in the middle. When we were all lined up, Teacher Wang gave the order: "First round, prepare - start!" Following Teacher Wang's voice, we all tried our best to pull the rope back with our faces flushed. Strangely, a few minutes later, the red scarf tied on the rope was pulled to us! "We won! Yeah!" I cheered, but the other group stared at us fiercely, as if to say: "Don't be too happy too early! We'll see, hum!" Looking at them, they refused to admit defeat. Face, I suddenly had an ominous premonition in my heart.

As expected, in the second round, they worked extra hard. Some members of our group were so proud of having won the last round that they did not hold on to the rope. This round the other side defeated us effortlessly, and they burst into laughter with joy. My unwillingness to admit defeat ignited like a fire. Now it's one to one tie, and the rule is best of three. The third round is a crucial round to determine the outcome. Who will win the championship?

"Third round, preparation - start!" Teacher Wang gave the order again. "Come on!" I encouraged myself in my heart and pulled the rope backwards with all my strength. So tired! My hands were sore from the rope. I gritted my teeth and encouraged myself, but the strength in my hands was getting weaker and weaker.

The other group suddenly pulled the rope over when we were not strong enough! "Yeah!" They all jumped three feet high with joy, but we were downcast and listless. Later I found out that in the third round, a few people in our group were distracted and the rope was not tightened, so we lost the game.

Through this tug-of-war, I understood: when doing something, don’t be distracted, focus on it, and work together with your classmates to win. Remember a tug-of-war match 14

"Come on! Come on!" Waves of overwhelming cheers came from the rear playground. What's going on? It turned out that our class and Class 6 (7) were having a tug-of-war competition.

In the third class in the afternoon, the teacher led us to the back playground. What comes into view is a white thick hemp rope pressed against the two white lines of the playground, with a bright red scarf tied in the middle of the rope. Whoever can pull the red scarf over the white line on his side first wins.

The students from both teams entered the competition area with their heads high and their heads held high. They stood firm, grabbed the rope tightly, and were ready to pull the rope back at any time. A tit-for-tat competition is about to begin. "Beep--" As the whistle sounded, the game officially began. The students immediately used all their strength to pull in their direction. I saw Xiao Ming from our class, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his body leaning back, pulling back with all his might. Xiaoguang, the "Dinghai Shenzhen" in our class, was at the end of the cable, almost sitting on the ground, clenching her teeth, her hands were red from being strangled by the rope, and she still kept pulling. The surrounding cheerleaders shouted desperately, "Come on! Come on!" The shouts were like a mountain falling apart, making the atmosphere on the playground more and more active. The two teams were equally matched in strength, and the players on both sides refused to give in to each other. Everyone was so tired that they were sweating profusely and their faces were all red. Everyone was in a stalemate, and the red scarf in the middle of the rope was like a naughty little girl. She came to look at us and at the other side. The team members were panting from exhaustion. Squad leader Xiaojun was doing a bow step, shouting "one, two, one, two," while using hand gestures to pull vigorously in the direction of our team. Everyone followed the squad leader's command and pulled back as hard as they could. The red scarf finally crossed the boundary of our class. We won! Our whole class jumped up with joy, cheers came and went, and screams filled the sky.

This tug-of-war made me understand a truth: unity is strength. Remember a tug-of-war match 15

Under the leadership of Teacher Yao, we gathered early on the basketball court at the school gate. All the classes in the sixth grade were gathered here, preparing to start a tug-of-war. Contest! ? I was honored to be elected as a member of the tug-of-war team. Looking at the tug-of-war rope on the field, my heart started to beat. Our class was about to go on the field. Following the cheers of my classmates, I came to the field and lifted the rope that symbolized honor. ? After the whistle blew, the players from both sides, who had already been unable to restrain themselves, immediately went all out, and the rope was suddenly pulled straight. The red silk in the middle of the rope moved left and right, moving back and forth. It touched the hearts of all the students on the field. At this time, we increased our efforts and the red silk moved towards us little by little. Everyone's face was red, their eyes were wide open, and they used all their strength. I was the same. Although my hands were hurt by the heavy and thick hemp rope, I still gritted my teeth and used all my strength to suck. The students in Class 4 did not give up and kept their faces tense. ? The red silk moved bit by bit, getting closer and closer to the winning line. The cheers outside the field became more enthusiastic: some students shouted at the top of their lungs; some students stamped their feet in anxiety; some students looked at the fierce competition on the field and felt itchy in their hearts, wishing they could go on the field and help. The teacher also lost his former majesty and cheered for the students in his class. The shouts came one after another, deafening. Just when we were just one step away from victory, the opponent's classmates suddenly made a strong effort. We were caught off guard by them, and the red silk was pulled back again! ? well! The duck you got is flying! ? But we are not discouraged. Judging from the current situation on the court, we are still in the lead! Everyone pulled the hemp rope with their hands, leaned back, and pulled hard. A deep red mark was drawn on one hand by the thick hemp rope, but we were unaware of it because there were only four words in our hearts: competition, victory! But the students in Class 4 refused to relax, leaving us with no chance to fight back. Although we worked hard for a long time, we were still defeated.

The whistle blew again, but we were not as excited as we were the first time. Watching the students across from us dancing and listening to their loud cheers, I felt a sense of loss in my heart, but we were not discouraged because we had tried our best.