It's winter, though not as cold as usual, but it also makes people can't help but breathe into their hands. You are standing on the playground, preparing for the tug of war for a while. The north wind is blowing in January, but you take off your coats one by one, pull up your sleeves, move your muscles and bones from left to right, and your vibrant face is full of confidence to win. Soon, you're on the court.
Your enemy has a narrow path. Your opponent is class 3, who has been complaining for many years. You cheer each other up and encourage each other. With the momentum that it is necessary to defeat Class 3, you solemnly take up the rope and hold it tightly for fear of being pulled by the other party. The body is also slightly squatting, ready for victory. People on the sidelines keep cheering for you, and you are more confident. "Du -" the teacher blew his whistle, and you all worked together. The red rope in the middle is jumping from left to right, and the cheering sound on the side of the playground is loud. The cheering sound when you use your strength is loud on the playground, which makes the cold winter warm.
As you pull harder and harder, red rope moves slowly towards you, and you work together to win the game. All of a sudden you are boiling, cheering, hugging and celebrating with your friends. Piercing wind roaring, but also by your enthusiasm to resolve, your brilliant smile, infected everyone.
It's a pity that there are unexpected events in the sky and misfortunes in people. You lost the game with class 2 and won the second place. You comfort each other, find out the cause of failure, your inner warmth flows throughout the playground, it seems that even the cold wind is much softer