Tug of War Composition in New Year's Day Forest Park

On Thursday, our fifth grade held a fierce tug-of-war on the playground.

On the playground, the students' cheers and stomping are integrated.

With the eager anticipation of the students, the competition is about to begin. Athletes of all classes threw themselves into battle with high spirits. They squared up and stared at the team, clutching the hemp rope with both hands like iron tongs, just waiting for the referee to give the order. When the whistle sounded, the students tried their best to suck milk and try to pull back like a bullfight. Some students have tight muscles and prominent tendons, and soon sweat seeps out of their faces. Many students' hands are red with the rope, but they still bite their teeth, endure the pain and keep pulling. 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! Come on! We are going to win! " Not to be outdone when the other side saw the bad situation, with the support of their own cheerleaders, their own players also tried their best, 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 front of us is far from us, the cheerleaders are in a hurry: "Not good! Come on! Lean back! Push-"hey! The 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 players seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Red tape is moving towards us bit by bit, and it is useless for the other party to work hard. Who knows that we pushed too hard, the rope was suddenly broken, and all the students fell to the ground.

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

Finally, our class won the second prize. I was so angry that I didn't know what to do. Because my classmates said they were thirsty, I wanted to bring them water. So I ran back to the classroom at the speed of the rocket rushing out of the atmosphere and gave all the water to my classmates. I drank the water from the water pipe myself, and my knees were black and blue, which hurt like hell. Finally, I "stole" some water from other classes, but I spilled half of it because I ran too fast. I said, I can't blame you. The reason why we lost the election is that there are 18 men and 14 women in Class 2, all of whom are cheating. Besides, I've knocked like this myself, so you have to comfort me and talk about me like this. It's really hard for me not to be rewarded for my kindness. Next time there is water shortage, there will be no water.

I think: you don't have to win the game, it's better than friendship, spirit and style. That's all that matters.