Essay on sports games, essay on watching sports games

Sports competitions. Today is Tuesday, a sunny day with clear skies and warm sunlight shining down on the earth. A sports competition was held in the main playground of our school.

The content of the competition is mainly to kick blankets, jump rope and jump big rope. But I wasn't selected this time, and I couldn't contribute to my class, and I felt very disappointed in my heart, so I could only cheer for my classmates off the field.

At around 8:30 a.m., the game officially began, first.

In the fifth and sixth grade competitions, I saw that the playground was lively all of a sudden, some of the students on the field were skipping ropes, some were kicking blankets, and the students off the field were also shouting for their classes, which dazzled me and dizzy. Wait.

As soon as the competition in the fifth and sixth grades ended, it was the turn of our class, and all the students who were selected were gearing up and walking on the competition field. The first game was a relay rope skipping, the students in our class jumped very fast, one after another, the male students were good, but the female students were slower, sometimes they stopped accidentally, I was really worried about them below, but fortunately it ended smoothly. The next game is a blanket jumping competition, there are eight people in our class to participate, they take the blankets, and the competition starts at the teacher's whistle, the students kick and kick, and those who don't kick are counted on the side, this scene is really beautiful.

The last item is a jump rope by 18 students, two students with greater strength throw the rope at both ends, the rest of the students line up to jump, the teacher gave an order, the students jumped up one after another, they are all as fast as swallows, the students in front just jumped over, the students behind immediately followed, everyone jumped over with agility, only to hear a whistle for a while, the game is over.

Today's sports competition did not end until 10:30 p.m., although I did not participate in the game, but I cheered for my classmates off the field, and I also felt very honored, I think as long as I am not discouraged, and continue to exercise myself in all aspects, I believe that the teacher will definitely give me a chance, and strive to be selected next time.

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Every semester there will be a rope skipping competition, sometimes a long rope, sometimes a short rope, this time it is the turn of the long rope, it is an exciting competition.

Our class came to the playground, and we were the last class to play, so we could practice a little longer. You know, a few years ago, we were the enviable champions, so this time, we are also very sure that we can win the championship. When we started practicing, the people in front of us were as flexible as swimming fish, not only constantly, but also able to connect, but the more we jumped behind, the more the rope was broken, which made us lament from time to time.

We were about to play, so we relaxed and warmed up, and the teacher gave us a lot of encouragement, which made us more confident.

At the beginning, my heart was beating like a rabbit. The students rushed to the rope like a bolt of lightning, the left foot stepped forward, the right foot was gently lifted, the rope flashed obediently from under our feet as if it had eyes, the rope was like a tireless windmill, constantly rotating, and the team members were like dexterous kangaroos drilling in and out under the "color ring". "Stop," the referee said.

I looked at the results, 231 down, fourth. Hearing this result, everyone in our class was dejected, and some girls secretly wiped away tears.