The school festival arrives, the sports is going to come! A fierce tug-of-war is going on in Grade Four!
The players in the wide arena are rubbing their hands, as if itching to drag the opposite side in front of their own face immediately. Look at the students around, all with burning blood, as if they also want to participate in.
Most of our teammates are like bean sprouts, but half of the opponents are heavy, laughing at us with “bad smile”, seeming to bring us down only by laughing! Some of them squat with horse stance, with their teeth clenched, tauten the rope; Some put the rope around their shoulders, sideways, with bow legs, seemingly there are a few large pots of braised pork ribs tied on the other side of the rope.
There is another "heavyweight", simply pulls the rope, sitting on the ground with a butt, with leisurely appearance, seemingly he could not be moved at all even by ten big trucks. The huge physical gap between the two sides is quite obvious. Two "hercules" of us can only pull one of their “fatty” reluctantly, not to mention the "pencil necked"! And sure enough, the "heavyweight" sitting on the ground stands up, turns around, steps forward, an explosion, all of us wiped out!
The second round: we’ve changed the strategy – defensing is the best policy. At the beginning, we only pull with less energy, to guarantee not to be pulled over the boundary line, to leave enough strength to withstand their "explosion". Sure enough, the outbreak comes, at the same time, we also break out! As we expected, the obese guys despise their enemy, coupled with poor stamina, stand off with us for a while,then discouraged, we fall swoop!
The decisive third round finally arrives! "A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit", the obese people don"t use brute force, but with balanced strength. Ha, opportunity comes again! Now that you don"t do it, it’s our turn! All of us players pull together, with full effort, one, two, three! The libra of victory completely pulls to us in the moment!
We are winners! At the moment, the field is full of applause, merged into the ocean of joy!
The school festival arrives, the sports is going to come! A fierce tug-of-war is going on in Grade Four!
The players in the wide arena are rubbing their hands, as if itching to drag the opposite side in front of their own face immediately. Look at the students around, all with burning blood, as if they also want to participate in.
Most of our teammates are like bean sprouts, but half of the opponents are heavy, laughing at us with “bad smile”, seeming to bring us down only by laughing! Some of them squat with horse stance, with their teeth clenched, tauten the rope; Some put the rope around their shoulders, sideways, with bow legs, seemingly there are a few large pots of braised pork ribs tied on the other side of the rope.
There is another "heavyweight", simply pulls the rope, sitting on the ground with a butt, with leisurely appearance, seemingly he could not be moved at all even by ten big trucks. The huge physical gap between the two sides is quite obvious. Two "hercules" of us can only pull one of their “fatty” reluctantly, not to mention the "pencil necked"! And sure enough, the "heavyweight" sitting on the ground stands up, turns around, steps forward, an explosion, all of us wiped out!
The second round: we’ve changed the strategy – defensing is the best policy. At the beginning, we only pull with less energy, to guarantee not to be pulled over the boundary line, to leave enough strength to withstand their "explosion". Sure enough, the outbreak comes, at the same time, we also break out! As we expected, the obese guys despise their enemy, coupled with poor stamina, stand off with us for a while,then discouraged, we fall swoop!
The decisive third round finally arrives! "A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit", the obese people don"t use brute force, but with balanced strength. Ha, opportunity comes again! Now that you don"t do it, it’s our turn! All of us players pull together, with full effort, one, two, three! The libra of victory completely pulls to us in the moment!
We are winners! At the moment, the field is full of applause, merged into the ocean of joy!