A failed composition of tug-of-war

Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Composition is divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). The following is my composition (selected 10) that failed in the tug-of-war competition. Welcome to share.

On Friday afternoon, our school held a special tug-of-war competition.

The fierce competition has begun, and it's our class's turn to play class one. I also participated in the tug-of-war competition. The two classes grabbed the rope and squatted down one after another. Both sides have entered a state of readiness. “Ready _ Go！” At the command of the PE teacher, both classes began to pull hard. We shouted slogans and pulled back hard, and our faces turned red.

Victory is coming to us step by step, and at this critical moment, his class seems to have suddenly appeared a "ride" and dragged our class away. The roast duck that was supposed to be served was robbed, so we must win the next round! At the beginning of the second round, we tried our best, but we were dragged away. The boy lost. More unfortunately, the girls also lost. But the girls won another round.

We returned to the classroom with a heavy burden, and the classroom was very quiet. Some students were crying, and the teacher came to us and said, "It doesn't matter if you lose this time. The key is not to back down in the face of difficulties!" " Think about the last game, we were dragged away by their class at once. How long did we last today? It shows that we have made progress and should be happy. "We got a little comfort after hearing these words.

It doesn't matter if you fail, mainly because you can't back down in the face of difficulties!

The weather is fine, and all the students in Class 7 (3) recognize the truth-we will definitely win the tug-of-war competition!

We came to the meeting in high spirits. Song Chengmeng and I hugged for a while, as if telling each other that we would win the first prize. "Boo-hoo" ... The sharp whistle cut through the clear sky, and everyone grabbed the rope and pulled back, but unfortunately they lost in the first round. With a glimmer of hope, we changed the venue and miraculously won. 1: 1, the final game was decided, but when we switched to the left field again, despite our best efforts, we still lost.

After returning to the class, many students began to complain: "It must be the bad feng shui in the left field." "The ground over there is too slippery to push" and some students even said, "The right side is against the wind, and the left side is against the wind" ... various reasons for failure. I want to. There is absolutely no one cheering for Class Three.

However, the next match between Class One (1) and Class Four (4) stunned us. Similarly, it is also compared three times. Class four occupied the left field twice, but both were final victories.

In my mind, a sentence from Mao Folu echoed for a long time-the reason for a person's failure lies in his own shortcomings and has nothing to do with the environment. ...

A failed tug-of-war composition 3 "Take your positions! Go! "A clear whistle kicked off the seesaw battle between Class 3 and Class 1 in Grade 6.

After several rounds of competition, several classes in grade six were defeated one by one in the competition. This is the last round, which is very important. Students in Class 6/KLOC-0 and Class 63 left their expectations to their own classes.

At the beginning, the students of Class 6 and Class 3 quickly entered the competition, taking advantage of it and easily pulled the brand near the white line of their class. The students in Class Six all blushed and struggled to pull it out of their own class. They seemed to see this opportunity, and the cheerleaders outside the stadium seemed to be pulling themselves, gritting their teeth and shouting, "Come on! Come on! "

I saw the students of Class 6 1 lean over, almost lying down and hooking their feet, as if to say, "Be sure to pull over, don't lose to them!" "The students in Class Six and Class Three are gradually slacking off and want to wait for Class Six to pull out. The students of Class Six grabbed the rope and pulled out the white line of their class with all their strength. It sounds like thunder. Bang, Class Six won!

Class 6 1 won Class 63 in the same way in the last two games. From this, I understand a truth: As long as we unite and work together in Qi Xin, nothing is impossible.

Everyone blames me for the tug-of-war defeat, and I don't want to lose, but it doesn't matter. The big deal is that everyone ignores me. But when I came, my best classmates also blamed me. No one wants to talk to me and no one comes to comfort me. To put it bluntly, I am the kind of person who is ignored.

Before the isolation, it was Yuan Meimei who came to care for me and comfort me, but she transferred to another school. It doesn't matter, it's just that all my close friends have left me. It's just that I cried I cried sadly, and the scar that had just healed on the day of mercy was uncovered again, and no one took care of my feelings! No. If Yuan were still here, she would definitely come to comfort me. At least I have a place to cry and a harbor to shelter from the wind from time to time.

I am like a boat far away from the big army, drifting alone on the river. The calm sea seems to break my wreckage today. My classmates also have special respect for me. Their eyes are like sharp bayonets, devouring my soul and biting me like wolves. I feel that my classmates hate me and are angry with me, but who is cursing when it is time to think of each other? It must be empty! And there must be very few people who put in a good word for me, or even none at all. Everyone is right, except me. I'm really upset. I really don't know why.

Now everyone thinks that I am the chief culprit leading to the defeat of tug-of-war. I really don't know how to say it. I feel bad. I cried, really cried, and I was extremely sad. I really want to explain to my classmates, but what's the use? Will they listen? No, no.

In my world, friends leave me, happiness leaves me, and my life is dim and incomplete. I really hope my classmates can forgive me and let happiness come back to me!

The failed tug-of-war composition 5 will be tug-of-war on the first day of tomorrow. Last night, the teacher announced such a news, so the sports commission began to look for players to participate in the tug-of-war competition.

Today, a quiet morning passed in the teacher's gushing. After lunch, I heard the megaphone shout to the window: "Ladies of Class One, come back to class quickly …" Qi pulled me into the class and found everyone was waiting in line, so she rushed out of the classroom and bumped into the team. On the way to the track and field, the students were all excited and chattering. Qi hung on TCC's arm and asked her angrily, "TCC, the first round will not be brushed off, right?" Everyone is full of curiosity about the game, chatting happily, and their minds are full of greetings.

After entering the venue, I found that the students who participated in the competition looked solemn, Du! A little nervous, and those students who are cheerleaders waved red flags to encourage the players. In the first game, we easily beat Class Six. The powerful opponent is coming! The teacher of Class Five attacked with his chubby army. Look at your opponent. They are as strong as calves. God, what a fierce battle!

As soon as the whistle sounded, I saw a wave of red cloth, and the red flower in the middle of the rope jumped happily from left to right. Both sides gritted their teeth and tried their best to pull the rope to their position, with firm and powerful steps. Cheerleading shouts also rippled in the sky: "Come on, come on! Class three is the best! " Many voices are ringing, one after another.

Competition has become fierce. Because the enemy's strength is too strong and the hardware conditions are greatly good, we are at a disadvantage for the time being. Not good! Comrades. Listen, I don't know who sang March of the Volunteers: "People who don't want to be slaves ..." These are all for one purpose-to cheer for the athletes in our class, but the results are somewhat unsatisfactory. ...

The whistle rang through the sky. Hey! The game was over, and the big red flower lay peacefully on the enemy position, which was particularly conspicuous. We lost. Everyone is a little disappointed and sorry, because we have also paid a lot, but it is the hero who can honestly face failure, so be a failed hero! The sword in my heart reflects a firm back, waiting for the next challenge.

Next time, we will succeed. ...

Next time, we will be victorious heroes!

Failed tug-of-war contest composition 6 "Hey! It failed again! "We sighed and cried. What's going on here? Let's go to the article with the author to find the answer.

"Please take part in the tug-of-war contest to prepare for the tug-of-war venue. Please take part in the tug-of-war competition to prepare at the tug-of-war venue and shout loudly on the stage. My heart is pounding, as if holding a rabbit in my heart.

There was only one whistle, and the fierce tug-of-war began.

"People fell down."

"Don't let go, don't let go!"

……

Different experiences fly out of different mouths.

We tried our best to squat down and fall back, but it didn't help. Sweat ran down from our heads and soaked our skirts. Seeing that the middle line falls to Class Two, we are really "dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis-we can't say how bitter it is"!

With a whistle, Class Two won. At that moment, I couldn't help it anymore, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Why did Class Two win again? We lost to Class Two in the last sports meeting, and the same is true this time. I am indignant in my heart.

As the vice monitor, I will definitely lead our young athletes to win the championship in the next sports meeting.

A failed tug-of-war composition 7 The most failed tug-of-war in our class.

Last week, we held a tug-of-war in grade five. This tug of war is the worst tug of war in our class!

We pull it with the people in 16 class. /kloc-The students in Class 0/6 are all very thin. Moreover, our class is so big that we don't care about 16 class at all. The tug-of-war began, and our short classmates desperately shouted for refueling below. But those people on the field don't live up to our class at all. Among them, the person I hate most belongs to Zhong Chaoan. Not only did he not exert himself on the court, but he also laughed there. I am so angry. We lost the first game. I thought to myself: it doesn't matter if you lose the first game, there will be a second game. Unexpectedly, Zhong Chaoan didn't live up to expectations in the second game, and he was still talking and laughing with Wang Jingbang there. I am so angry.

"DuDu", the referee's whistle sounded. He announced: "Class Five (16) won!" What, our class lost? I can't believe it's true. I can't help but shed tears. Simply let go and cry: "Damn Zhong Chaoan and Wang Jingbang, we called you so hard, but you were so disappointing and didn't work hard at all, still talking and laughing there. You are so embarrassed! " What makes me even more angry is Zhong Chaoan's attitude. He had the cheek to say, "Wang Lelun, you have the ability to pull it out with them and see if you can pull it out."

I couldn't control my anger any longer, swearing: "Zhong Chaoan, how dare you say! Why are you talking to Wang Jingbang on the court? Why don't you try your best! What are you doing with your strength! I tell you, you tried your best to lose, so I won't say anything about you! " Maybe Zhong Chaoan has a guilty conscience. After I scolded him, he fell silent.

In my opinion, this tug-of-war is the most unsuccessful one!

Last Friday, our grade held a spring tug-of-war on the playground. Our opponent is Class 7. I didn't expect our class to lose badly in this competition, and only won a "spiritual civilization award" without any ranking.

Before the game was completely over, all the students in our class left the stadium without authorization, and I followed them back to the classroom in frustration. As soon as I got to the classroom, some female students couldn't stand the blow and cried sadly in their seats. Some students threw sand at the gate of Class 7, as if they were venting. Some students posted a note with dirty words at the door of Class 7. Some students even wrote a letter to Class Seven, which also contained abusive words. I think these are immoral behaviors. We can't do this!

On Monday, after Mr. Chen came to the classroom, he tore up the award in a rage. The students were stunned, but I think the teacher tore it right. We have never seen Mr. Chen so angry. It seems that our classmate's behavior has spread to her. She spent a whole class criticizing us severely for this matter, saying that our behavior was a narrow sense of class honor, which seriously affected the class image and even the certificate of "spiritual civilization award" was not worthy!

I think: there must be a loss and a win in a game. Winning is exciting, but you should treat it with a correct attitude when you lose. In addition, there will be many such competitions in the future. If all the losing classes were like us, what would the game be like? There is a good saying: failure is the mother of success. Only by learning from failure and summing up experience can we win the game next time.

If you lose, you lose. This is a fact that no one can change. I just want to say to my classmates: life itself is a game. What matters is not the result, but the process. The scenery along the way is more beautiful! Learn to face failure calmly, besides, Class Seven is really capable. Give your opponent sincere applause, so that you can really win this "spiritual civilization award".

Comments: A tug-of-war competition exposed the narrow sense of collective honor of some students. The author condemned this behavior with a sharp brush stroke. At the end of the article, the author said, "Give your opponent sincere applause." It embodies the author's broad mind and calls for a good campus civilization.

In this extracurricular activity class, we will have a tug-of-war with Class Four. I gasped at the news. Class 4 is the strongest tug-of-war flight in the whole grade. In the competitions over the years, their class is the first. However, our class always falls into Sun Shan. How can this be compared? But we are not discouraged. Let's encourage each other and beat them!

So, we began to warm up with confidence. Wu Jiafeng kicked his leg high; Put your legs on the railing and press them up; Hua Yecheng stood on tiptoe to exercise his ankle. ...

Cheerleaders on the side are also encouraging us. Bao Yijun, the squadron leader, said: "As long as you try your best, you are the best!" The game is about to start, and the athletes are in their positions. According to the pre-arranged formation, Qin Yize stood at the end, and he picked up the rope; The thinnest Hua Yecheng stands in the front; I stood in the middle of the line ... the thick rope was tightly held in our hands. We're all a little nervous. However, the members of Class Four look relaxed, talking and laughing, and full of confidence in victory. Isn't it? They are tall and big, but our players are a little thin. "Get ready!" The referee gave the first order, "Let's go!" Then, there was a whistle of "Yi-". "Pull it out!" "Come on!" The cheerleaders of the two classes shed tears one after another. We struggled to pull the rope back. At first, the sign in the middle of the rope was biased towards us. But it didn't last long. The members of Class Four made a sudden effort, and the rope immediately moved towards each other. The man in front of me grabbed the rope, pedaled hard with his feet, leaned back and shouted "Ah-". As for me, I also tried my best. Although my palm has been stung by the rope, I gritted my teeth and persisted. I thought: I must hold on, our class can't lose! But the other side is too strong. Although each of us pulled together, we couldn't pull back the rope, and the rope kept "walking" toward each other. My foot stumbled forward.

The referee announced loudly: "Class Four wins!" We let go of the rope in frustration. Everyone was silent and unhappy. However, I thought, "We have tried our best, but we are not as good as others. There is nothing to regret if you lose. It seems that we should strengthen exercise in the future and strive for "revenge" one day!

/kloc-0 0 Failure is the mother of success.

On Thursday afternoon, amid cheers, the tug-of-war in grade five began! The first game is played between Class One and Class Two.

The two players took their positions, and everyone was nervous and glared. Our players are all gearing up, the other players are generous, and one of them is the best. It seems that this tough battle is inevitable.

"Whoops" only heard a whistle, and the war broke out in an all-round way. We boys all grit our teeth, frown and blush, only hate less! Put the avalanche of cheers behind you.

Class two won the first game.

"ouch!" The morale of the class suddenly fell to the bottom. But we are invincible! Don't abandon! Do not give up! Believe in yourself! Believe in May Day! May day will win!

Class two won the second game. ...

We became the first class to be eliminated, and we failed! No, we did it! In tug-of-war, we learned that unity is strength!

Failure is the mother of success! We are invincible! "Don't abandon! Do not give up! Believe in yourself! Believe in May Day! May day will win! ……"