At the briefing, the students performed the programs they had prepared for a long time. In the fierce poetry solitaire competition, we scrambled to raise our hands to speak; In the wonderful self-made poetry recitation, Lu Yi and Yu Haoran skillfully passed the basketball in their hands and recited the poem "I am crazy about the ball" loudly; Under Fang Zhe's performance, the story of "how to be green" is so vivid. Look at him, he is a poet with sudden inspiration and full of knowledge. ...
It's finally our group's turn to sing Xin 'anjiang's poems in Dalian. When we stepped onto the platform, Zhao Yu and Zhang Jingxian, who were dancing in front of us, posed with a scroll in their hands. When the students who applauded warmly quieted down, my relaxed mood seemed to be filled with something at once. At that time, I thought of the mysterious fog on the banks of Xin 'anjiang River, the clear river water that is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the beautiful scenery of distant mountains as elegant as ink painting ... I kept calling out "Xin 'anjiang" in my heart. I came to my senses and began to recite. "When my boat was sailing in the mist, the sunlight faded, and ancient memories began ..." In the recitation, I felt as if I were sitting in a boat, looking down at the full moon in the water and watching the moonlight pour on the microwave-sparkling river like silver light; Chanting "Qingxi Qingxin", I seem to have entered the realm of "poetic, dreamlike and sentimental".