Tell me about tug of war.

At first, the scene turned from low tide to high tide, and the cheers and stamping of the students merged into one, and finally came to our class. Male students immediately went into battle, stood up, posed in a "I" shape, put their feet on their feet and hooked their feet; Lean back and grab the hemp rope with your hands like iron tongs. Waiting for the whistle to sound, the students will try their best to suck milk, like tigers. The tendons in our hands are abrupt. The muscles are tight, the hair on the body is straight, the hair stands up, the forehead shrinks into a circle, the palms are red with the rope, and some even blister and sweat. In order to avoid this, we still pull hard, and the more we hold hands, the more "malicious". We gritted our teeth and endured the pain, thinking: we must persist, we must not relax, and we must win if we want to win.

With a whistle, the game finally started. We are full of energy, one by one like calves, desperately pulling the rope, and no one will let anyone. At that time, my mind was blank, and I just felt "Pull hard, pull hard ..."

The last project is tug of war. After several rounds of selection, our class and Class 64 finally entered the finals. We are gearing up one by one, always ready. I believe that victory must belong to us! As soon as the whistle sounded, our class immediately tried its best to retreat. Come on! I felt the rope move forward a little, and I immediately pulled it back. I almost fell down several times, but I still didn't give up. Many things have happened, and we finally won!

The game has started. We all hunched our legs, leaned back, grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled it with all our strength, pulling a lot at once. Victory is beckoning to us. However, we were too careless and relaxed a little. Work hard together. The thick and long rope is like a big earthworm, and both teams seem to want to eat the earthworm. The rope slowly moved to the opponent's side. We can't help becoming impatient. Our face was as red as sorghum, and our foreheads were covered with bean-sized sweat, which kept rolling down drop by drop. Unfortunately, we lost the first game.

At the beginning of the second game, the partners pulled away again, and both sides were very vigilant. No one will let anyone, this face is red and that one is sweating, but the red scarf seems to be deliberately doing the right thing with us and slowly moving to the other side. Seeing that we are about to cross our line, we are in a hurry, staring at the front and pulling hard, but it seems that there is no turning point. I saw Huang Zhe, who was called "the king of power" in front of us, jerked his head and the rope came. Ah! We finally won.