The teacher stood on the platform and said, "Today we are going to hold a class poetry reading. First of all, we invited the first student in the first row to recite for us all. " So, that classmate casually walked to the podium and said to everyone, "Hello everyone. Today, I want to recite a poem about our great mother, I hope you will like it ... "Then I shook my head and recited it to everyone. The audience applauded warmly. Some students laughed and some students gave thumbs up. The scene is very lively! ..... finally it's my turn. When I heard my name, I bravely walked on the platform, but in fact my heart was beating like a rabbit. I took a deep breath, paused and said to you affectionately, "What I read to you today is the works of the famous poet Wang Anshi." So, I read the first sentence with full emotion and confidence: "Send five colors of Kunlun, and a yellow turbidity permeates Zhongzhou ..." As if I were Wang Anshi, facing the magnificent mother river ... Soon, when I finished reciting it, thunderous applause and cheers rang out from the audience ... The stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I was relieved.
After a while, the class was over and the recital was over, but the students were still immersed in the excitement.