1, with the teacher's whistle, the game began. The players on both sides clutched the rope tightly, landed one by one, leaned back and pulled the rope desperately in their own direction. The red ribbon in the middle of the rope was moved to the tiger and the eagle for a while, to outdo each other. Cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums for their teams. My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

2. Here we go. The scene changed from low tide to high tide. The cheers and stomping of the students blended together, and we finally arrived at our class. The male students immediately put on their clothes, stood well, put on an "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. Despite 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. Our legs keep moving backwards and farther away, and the red scarf slowly moves closer to us from the middle point. The victory is imminent, and Class 6 15 is not to be outdone. They all tried their best, bulging their cheeks and swollen their faces, like steel soldiers. We thought we were going to win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but/kloc-class 0/5, while we were not paying attention, came a sudden "attack" This time, we were confused and staggered as if we had drunk drugs. The red scarf is getting closer and closer to each other. What should I do? Some teachers around us encouraged us and cheered for us. The students began to calm down and cheer up. Cheerleading also cheered for us: "Come on,/kloc-class 0/6, come on ..." After listening to the cheering sound of cheerleading, we were suddenly full of strength. We pulled the rope back hard, and the red scarf slowly leaned towards us. "Win!" We cheered.

It's our turn to be the first group. I am in the third group. I picked up the hemp rope and thought: We must win! When the whistle sounded, I tried to get up and put all my strength into breastfeeding, but the red scarf seemed to be against us. The red scarf won't move anyway. My hand hurts! As soon as I let go, the red scarf walked towards them. I immediately grabbed the hemp rope again and was finally exhausted. But when the whistle sounded, the red scarf "ran" to the first group. However, we have not lost heart. Let's compare next time! At this moment, the annoying bell rang and we had to leave the playground reluctantly. Tug of war makes us more United. I like tug-of-war!

4. At this time, our team members were all red-eyed, some blushed, some grinned and screamed, and some grabbed the rope and riveted to pull in their own direction. Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved towards us, and our eagles won.

In the second scene, because the students were too proud last time, the whole army was wiped out. The same is true of the third game. At this point, we didn't lose heart, because we tried our best. Therefore, we should also shout for our victory: "Ah! We "won" ... "This kind of voice is also the voice of victory and unity. It, echoed in the sky for a long time.

6. The last project is tug of war. After several rounds of selection, our class and Class June 4 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 cheerleaders stopped thinking about their throats and shouted at the top of their lungs. Over and over again, the voice is getting louder and louder. The noise was deafening and completely drowned out any place on the playground. I covered my ears and narrowed my eyes. Like all the class four people standing on the sidelines, I shouted, shouted and roared wildly. We really don't want Class Four to lose! ! We seem to condense into a giant one by one, and the roar from this giant makes everyone look askance and shock. The miracle finally appeared. Class four people on the field felt our encouragement and were moved. They grinned, frowned, squinted, and tried to pull and pull behind their backs ... The red ribbon slowly moved to our side, and I saw the surprised expressions of the students in Class Two and the judges. The referee blew the whistle for the end. We finally won! ! Tug-of-war students breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief and joy; The students screamed (though hoarse) and hugged each other tightly, jumping, running, blushing and filled with excitement and excitement. I understand that what I can win this time is not only strength, but also a collective unity and cooperation and super cohesive heart behind the victory.