The referee wrote 200 words.

Today is my most unforgettable day, because I finally became my dream referee. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. We should try everything, so as to create a better tomorrow. In the afternoon, I was excited and worried. I'm excited that I can help others count ropes. What worries me is that I'm afraid of counting wrong. I was with Beebee Cheng, and we chose venue 37. 37? Isn't that my student number? Ha ha! It's so predestined. Look, when the freshmen enter the stadium, they are spirited and bright eyes staring straight ahead. I can't help but be frightened by this momentum. At this moment, a female classmate came up to me. I asked her if it was number 37, and she nodded. When PE teacher Lin blew her whistle, she kept "spinning" like a tornado. I thought she would do well, but she stopped several times and finally jumped 107. Hey! If she doesn't stop, she can definitely jump above 150. Next, let you enjoy my brother's "heroic deeds" When I was in the second grade, I thought: Is my brother number 37? Yes, last time I saw her on his handout, she was number 37, just like me. I am looking forward to my brother's arrival with confidence, expecting him to set a record. During the competition, I kept staring at his foot for fear of losing one, but in the end, I found nothing. As soon as I heard my brother's score, I got angry and jumped more than 70 times. It was really terrible. Now, there are two black and white villains in my heart who are arguing fiercely. The little black boy said, "Then give him more!" " ! Add to 120. "The white villain said," No, don't forget that the teacher said that if anyone cheats, their class will be disqualified. "... after a fierce quarrel, the white man defeated the black man because I knew the teacher trusted me and let me be the referee. After counting ropes all afternoon, I know the best way to jump rope: keep the rhythm steady and don't jump too fast. If you stop, you will waste many seconds.