At the strong request of the rest of our family, Yifei recited her mother's poems to us. I guess it's hot when I wear a long-sleeved shirt. He scratched his ass quietly while reciting, or tilted his head to wipe his ears. These little moves are all seen by our audience. Next, his mother learned to act like him. He looked at his mother's exaggerated little gestures and laughed his head off. I asked him, "Is it nice?" He shook his head. I said, "Be sure to hold back for a few minutes on the stage, even if you are bitten by a mosquito."
Then I lined up a few times, well, it was ok, but my eyes were swept sometimes. Reminds me of my nervous eyes when I first gave a presentation. I don't know where to find it:)
I can hear you. Under the guidance of the teacher, Fei knew that poetry reading should be cadenced, and he also knew that he should reach a climax when he finally said "Happy Birthday, Prosperity and Prosperity".