A few days ago, our class held a poetry reading contest. Now the teacher asked us to write a composition, which is the feeling in poetry reading. Urgent! ! ! ! ! !

Push your hand like a stream.

Always Qianshan

Eyes that are gone forever

Yaowangli

You are expected to be a bird of a thousand birds.

Abandon the sky, you no longer spread your wings.

In listening, you are heard like a thousand-hole flute.

The sound track is as deep as the past gaze.

Push hard. It's locked. I can't go out.

In transparency