Essay describing the scene of the river-draining competition

1. Tug-of-war competition composition (scene description)

In order to celebrate the arrival of National Day, the school specially held a grand tug-of-war competition.

A few days before the National Day, the school broadcast: "On September 30, in order to celebrate the National Day, a tug-of-war competition will be held on the school playground." The students were overjoyed when they heard the news. Every day, the students talk about this all day long. I don’t know why time passes so slowly, but I have finally looked forward to this day. On this day, the students came to school early, dressed neatly, and prepared for the tug-of-war competition.

Beforehand, the teacher explained some things we should pay attention to during the tug-of-war, and then conducted a preliminaries to prepare everyone. Here, here, come to the playground, the tug-of-war is about to begin. The news came from nowhere. The students hurried to the playground and only heard the referee announcing the rules of the game, and then it officially started.

It started, and the scene turned from ebb to climax. The cheers and stomping sounds of the students merged into one. Finally, we reached our class. The male students immediately went into battle, stood up, and took their postures. , into the "Gong" position, use your feet to push your feet and hook your feet; lean back and use your hands to grasp the hemp rope with force like iron pliers. Waiting for the whistle to sound, the students began to feed with all their strength, like tigers. The veins in our hands are abrupt. The muscles were tense, the sweat on the body was straight, the hair stood up, the forehead was curled up, the palms of the hands were red from being strangled by the rope, some were even blistered, and beads of sweat rolled down. Despite this, we still pulled hard, and the more we pulled, the more "cruel" we got. We gritted our teeth, endured the pain, and thought to ourselves: We must persist, we cannot relax, we must win, we must win. Our legs kept moving back, farther and farther, and the red scarf slowly moved closer to us from the midpoint. Seeing that we were about to win, Class 6B was not to be outdone. They all used their best strength, with bulging cheeks and red and swollen faces, like steel warriors. We originally thought we were sure to win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but the students from Class 6B made a sudden "attack" while we were not paying attention. This time, it made us dizzy and swaying, as if we had drunk alcohol. The red scarf is getting closer and closer to the other party, what should I do? As a stormtrooper, I was at a loss, so I had to turn around and say to my classmates: "Everyone must hold on, we must persist, and we cannot spread our strength. As long as we work together, we can defeat them and create a new world." Brilliant." After hearing what I said, some teachers around us encouraged us and cheered for us. The students also began to calm down and cheer up. The cheerleaders also cheered for us: "Class Liujia, come on, Class Liujia, come on... ..." After hearing the cheerleading, we were suddenly filled with strength, and we pulled the rope back hard. The red scarf slowly came towards us, "Win!" we cheered.

In the second game, we used the same method to defeat Class 6B.

Not only our male students must win, but our female students must not lose either!

When it was time to go on stage, the female students stood up unhurriedly, posed, and prepared to "fight". At the beginning, the female students were somehow too anxious. Why couldn't they use up their strength? oh! It turns out that the female students used their strength inappropriately and inconsistently, so their strength was dispersed and gradually reduced. Class Six B took advantage of the situation and quickly pulled out the hemp rope. 5 centimeters, 3 centimeters, 1 centimeter, 0.5 centimeters... We are extremely anxious and advise the female students to work together and have the same strength. After listening to our words, the female classmates' strength suddenly increased. At that critical moment, the female classmates worked together and pushed back. Just like this, the red scarf rushed over and entered our territory. We won. !

It’s time for the second game. Because the female students were too proud last time and almost got wiped out, so they are very cautious this time. After a while, the female students defeated Class 6B again.

At this time, we jumped up together, sang, and shouted for our victory: "Ah! We won..." This sound is the sound of victory and the sound of unity. . It echoed in the sky for a long time.

Ah, what a tug of war. It not only makes our friendship deeper, stronger, and more united, but also brings us incomparable happiness, incomparable... 2. Describe the tug of war. Composition on the scene of the competition (must be somewhat facetious)

The years are like turbulent torrents, constantly washing away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but deep in my heart, there is one thing that has always been unforgettable for me. . I remember it was the fall of last year. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition for us to exercise our bodies, cultivate our sentiments, and cultivate our observation skills. The teacher divided us into two teams, one was the Tigers, The other is the Eagle team. I was assigned to the Eagle team. The two teams are equally strong and cannot give in to each other. The students are all heroic and hold their heads high. A tit-for-tat match is about to begin. As the teacher follows The whistle blew, and the game began. The players from both sides held the rope tightly. They pushed their feet on the ground one by one, leaned back, and tried their best to pull the rope in their own direction. The red silk ribbon in the middle of the rope moved towards the Tigers for a while, and then moved to the Tigers for a while. The Eagles refused to give in to each other. The cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums to cheer for their team. My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate. At this time, , our team members all had red eyes, some had their faces flushed from holding back, some were baring their teeth and grinning and shouting, and some were holding the rope tightly with both hands and pulling hard towards themselves. .In the end, our team tried its best. With the shouts of the cheerleaders, the red silk suddenly moved to our side, and our Eagles won. In the next two games, our team took advantage of the victory and won consecutively. Finally, we won Victory. This tug-of-war made me understand the power of unity and inspired me to build up the confidence to overcome difficulties on the road to the future. I will never forget this tug-of-war. 3. A 600-word essay describing the scene of a tug-of-war competition

"Come on! Come on! Work hard!" There were bursts of shouts, gongs and drums, and cheers from the playground, oh! What's going on? It turned out that there was a tug-of-war going on.

Shot 1: freeze frame. I saw a busy figure on the playground, that is our dear and respectable Principal Wu.

When I saw her, she was holding a professional camera in her hand and carrying a professional photography bag. She was really a professional photographer. She was busy catching the wonderful moments of her classmates, the cheering backs of the teachers, and the energetic cheerleaders.

Freeze a heart-opening and beautiful picture. Shot 2: The appearance of the players in the competition.

At this time, it was our turn for the tug-of-war between Class 2 and Class 3 of the fifth year. The students in our class walked onto the field full of energy and vigor, like soldiers preparing to win the battle. As I watched, the students from Class Three came in, all lazily and without any momentum at all.

You can tell at a glance that the aura of our class surpasses theirs! The competition has begun. The students all adjusted their postures, with their feet on their feet, their bodies all tilted back in unison, and then squatted into a horse stance. Our tactic was that the tall, strong, and strong students should stand at the front. , and then the shorter, thinner classmate is behind. "Ready...start!" Just after hearing the referee's order, the students all used all their strength and pulled hard. I almost used all my strength. Amidst waves of cheering, our class won Round one! Next, we followed the same pattern and easily won the second round! After the game, I looked at the other team - Class Three. They looked like deserters, who had thrown away their armor. There were several trampled sandals on the field.

No wonder their class lost. It turns out that the clothes are not uniform. Our class all wears sneakers, hahaha! So we are bound to win. Shot 3: Funny cheerleaders.

Look! The cheerleaders sitting on the edge, playing gongs and drums and holding small red flags, were all first-grade students. Their faces were all red, their mouths were painted red, they were wearing red sportswear, and their hands were all wrapped with ribbons. What’s funny! I don’t know which male classmates are funny, but they have colorful ribbons wrapped around their heads, bodies, and feet. They look like "tangled rabbits." I guarantee you will burst into tears when you see them.

This is our tug-of-war, in which we once again experienced the power of unity, which is great. 4. A composition describing the scene of the tug-of-war competition

Today is an interesting day. The entire fifth grade class participated in a tug-of-war competition. This competition is for us to exercise and is an entertainment activity. The game took place on the basketball court. Everyone came to the basketball court one after another with confident smiles on their faces, gearing up and refusing to admit defeat.

The moment Teacher Xu Fei blew the whistle, the game started. The players from the two classes who had just come on the stage all pulled the rope hard towards themselves, gritting their teeth and sweating profusely from exhaustion. Other students stood nearby and shouted desperately, "Come on! Come on!" The competition was going on very enthusiastically.

It will be our class's turn soon. The players are very excited. Some are still flexing their muscles and muscles with confident faces on their faces, preparing for the game with great enthusiasm. We thought we would be the final winners, but the result was beyond our expectations. As soon as they came on the court, their opponents used all their strength to pull themselves to their side.

Our cheerleaders hadn't even called out a few times, and in a matter of seconds, we were eliminated. In just this split second, our moods went from excitement to depression. This ending dealt a heavy blow to our class. The contestants were all dejected. We couldn't accept this cruel reality. We were obviously well prepared, so why were we eliminated? At that time, I couldn't swallow this breath in my heart, and I was so angry that I squatted down. I was not in the mood to watch the next game at all. I just heard the students say: "It's time for the finals." I didn't pay attention. I thought: What’s so exciting about the finals? Our class has already lost. It’s useless no matter how much we watch the finals. Our class can’t win anyway. However, I curse our opponent for not being the champion. After a while, someone told me that Class 5 won. I was really angry and surprised, it couldn’t be possible! How could the opponent of our class be the final champion? This is too embarrassing!

It was time for the teacher competition. I was a little interested. I stood up and squeezed into the first row. My eyes widened and I watched seriously. Everyone was cheering for the head teacher of their class, hoping that they would be divided into two. There is a team on one side, a men's team on the other, and a women's team on the other. The teacher of the women's team is really smart! When the game started, they took advantage of the fact that the men's team had not exerted their strength, and they pushed hard towards themselves, and actually won. Everyone was surprised. It was the first time that the women's team had won against the men's team.

It’s time to go back to work. Everyone has different feelings. There is always a winner or loser in the game. Naturally, some are happy and some are discouraged. However, the game is a game after all. It is just an entertainment activity. There is nothing to care about. , although we lost this game, we also have our advantages. We will win more brilliant results in tomorrow's game. 5. An essay describing the scene of a tug-of-war competition, 600 to 700 words

An unforgettable tug-of-war competition. The years are like rapids, constantly washing away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but deep in my heart, there is one thing. It has always been unforgettable for me.

I remember it was last fall. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise our bodies, cultivate our sentiments, and cultivate our observation skills. The teacher divided us into two teams, one was the Tigers and the other was the Eagles.

I was assigned to the Eagles. The two teams are of equal strength and refuse to give in to each other. The students are all heroic and hold their heads high. A tit-for-tat competition is about to begin.

With the teacher's whistle, the game started. The players on both sides held the rope tightly. They kicked their feet on the ground one by one, leaned back, and tried their best to pull the rope in their own direction.

The red ribbon in the middle of the rope moved towards the Tigers for a while, and then moved to the Eagles for a while, without giving way to each other. The cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums to cheer for their team.

My hands turned red, but the rope still didn’t move, and the two sides entered a stalemate. At this time, all our team members were all red-eyed. Some people’s faces were red from suppressing it. Some people were baring their teeth and grinning and shouting. Some people were holding the rope tightly with both hands and pushing hard towards themselves. Pull in the direction.

In the end, our team tried its best. With the shouts of the cheerleaders, the red silk suddenly moved to our side, and our Eagles won. In the next two games, our team took advantage of the victory and won consecutively, and finally we won.

This tug-of-war made me understand the power of unity and inspired me to build up the confidence to overcome difficulties on the road to the future. I will never forget this tug-of-war. 6. Description of the scene of the tug-of-war competition

Description of the scene of the tug-of-war competition "Come on! Come on! Come on! Work hard!" There were waves of shouts, gongs and drums, cheers, oh! What's going on? It turned out that there was a tug-of-war going on.

Shot 1: freeze frame. I saw a busy figure on the playground, that was our dear and respectable Principal Wu.

When I saw her, she was holding a professional camera in her hand and carrying a professional photography bag. She was really a professional photographer. She was busy catching the wonderful moments of her classmates, the cheering backs of the teachers, and the energetic cheerleaders.

Freeze a heart-opening and beautiful picture. Shot 2: The appearance of the players in the competition.

At this time, it was our turn for the tug-of-war between Class 2 and Class 3 of the fifth year. The students in our class walked onto the field full of energy and vigor, like soldiers preparing to win the battle. As I watched, the students from Class Three came in, all lazily and without any momentum at all.

You can tell at a glance that the aura of our class surpasses theirs! The competition has begun. The students all adjusted their postures, with their feet on their feet, their bodies all tilted back in unison, and then squatted into a horse stance. Our tactic was that the tall, strong, and strong students should stand at the front. , and then the shorter, thinner classmate at the back. "Ready...start!" Just after hearing the referee's order, the students all used all their strength and pulled hard. I almost used all my strength. Amidst waves of cheering, our class won Round one! Next, we followed the same pattern and easily won the second round! After the game, I looked at the other team - Class Three. They looked like deserters, who had thrown away their armor. There were several trampled sandals on the field.

No wonder their class lost. It turns out that the clothes are not uniform. Our class all wears sneakers, hahaha! So we are bound to win. Shot 3: Funny cheerleaders.

Look! The cheerleaders sitting on the edge, playing gongs and drums and holding small red flags, were all first-grade students. Their faces were all red, their mouths were painted red, they were wearing red sportswear, and their hands were all wrapped with ribbons. The funny thing is! I don’t know which male classmates are funny, but they have colorful ribbons wrapped around their heads, bodies, and feet. They look like "tangled rabbits." I guarantee you will burst into tears when you see them.

This is our tug-of-war, in which we once again experienced the power of unity, which is great. 7. About 350 descriptions of the scene of the river-digging competition

This afternoon, our school held the sports event of river-digging. We were extremely excited after hearing this. We practice diligently every day. . Finally, the long-awaited river-digging competition came, and the students lined up neatly and walked excitedly towards the playground.

The game started, and the playground was buzzing with excitement. The students and teachers were all applauding and cheering for us. Both sides of the competition were pulling the rope bravely, and their faces were red and their necks were thick. However, we had just competed with the opponent and had no experience. We were pulled over by the opponent in less than ten seconds. The second time, the two sides exchanged venues. We learned the lesson from the previous round. We only heard the whistle and we pulled hard. Finally, we gained a little advantage, but the opponent's strength was simply too great. Our feet seemed to be controlled by them, moving step by step in their direction. In the end, the referee decided that we only finished third. After the game, the classmates in our class all cried loudly, and I couldn't help crying. My eyes were as red as a little rabbit's eyes.

Although we lost this competition, I think the ranking is not important, the important thing is participation.

8. Write a composition about the river-polling competition (write about the characteristics of the scene)

The years are like turbulent torrents, constantly washing away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but deep in my heart, there is one thing that has always made me sad. I'm unforgettable.

I remember it was last fall. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise our bodies, cultivate our sentiments, and cultivate our observation skills.

< p> The teacher divided us into two teams, one was the Tigers and the other was the Eagles. I was assigned to the Eagles.

The two teams were of equal strength and refused to give in to each other. With heroic looks and heads held high, a tit-for-tat competition is about to begin.

With the teacher’s whistle, the competition begins. The players on both sides hold the rope tightly, and they kick their feet to the ground one by one. He leaned back and tried his best to pull the rope in his direction. The red ribbon in the middle of the rope moved towards the Tigers and then towards the Eagles, refusing to give in to each other. The members of the cheerleading teams on both sides also shouted in unison, non-stop. I beat the drums to cheer for my team. My hands were red when I pulled the rope, but the rope still didn’t move, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

At this time, all our team members were red-eyed. Some people's faces were red from holding back, some were showing their teeth and grinning and shouting, and some were holding the rope tightly with both hands and pulling hard towards themselves. In the end, our team tried its best and followed the cheerleaders. With the shouts, the red silk suddenly moved to our side, and our Eagles won.

In the next two games, our team took advantage of the victory and won consecutively, and finally we won.

This tug-of-war made me understand the power of unity and encouraged me to build up the confidence to overcome difficulties on the road to the future. I will never forget this tug-of-war.