There are many unforgettable things in my heart. See the sea for the first time, jump happily, get on the plane for the first time, climb the mountain for the first time. But one thing is deeply engraved in my mind, and it can't be erased, and it can't be erased. Just like magic.
One day, Mr. Hu announced in the classroom that he would hold a "Jinbo" children's poetry reading meeting. At that time, I was happy to think that this was a performance there. Will Mr. Hu let me go? Some students have nervous faces, some students are excited to study now, some students think about it, and so on
Teacher Hu made me smile at my back. Since Mr. Hu gave me this task, I have to read and recite this poem after finishing my homework every night. When I was reading and reciting, I felt the rhythmic beauty of this poem, as beautiful as a fairy.
On Thursday afternoon, we went to the Cultural Palace to rehearse. At half past two, like soldiers, we stood neatly waiting for Mr. Hu's arrival. Mr. Hu is here. Take us in and arrange our seats. We looked at more than 300 seats and a big and wide stage. I wish there were lights. At the beginning of the rehearsal, I recited the nature article. I was nervous and excited when I went up. I was applauded loudly when I recited the last sentence.
During the official performance, colorful lights shone on the stage, and I was both nervous and excited. We don't know that at the beginning, a fraternity played the song "City in the Sky" on his guitar. After the song was sung, the audience applauded and the voice was still loud. When Zhu Huiya came on stage, her beautiful voice made us walk into a beautiful picture. When it was my turn to play, my legs trembled slightly and I strode to the center of the stage. In the center of the stage, facing the audience, I recited my poem fluently. When I was writing a poem in the north, there seemed to be a beautiful picture in front of me. I felt good and not nervous. When I finished reciting it, the audience applauded warmly and my heart jumped with joy.
Since Mr. Hu organized this activity, I have fallen in love with writing, reciting and reading poems.
There was a special poetry recitation in the class today. Why is it special? Because we are in the class WeChat group, this is a "distance" competition.
Wang Xiwen was the first person to take the stage. It's really fun to see him doing actions while reciting. I also watched Lei Xiaowen recite The News of Spring. He always has a smile on his face. I listened to his recitation and looked at his smile as if I had entered the world of his poetry recitation and received the news of spring. The students' recitation has its own characteristics. I looked at them one by one, intoxicated, laughing and clapping.
What impressed me the most was Li Group's poem Red. Everyone in their group is beside the point, and they are super attentive! Lele appeared as soon as the music started. "Fly low, fly low …" Her beautiful voice immediately attracted me. Her voice is low and slow, and it seems a little sad. Then it was connected to Wen Tao, with a loud voice and a picture of a big lawn. It's beautiful. I seem to see a red dragonfly flying around the lawn. The other players are you and me, and the cooperation is quite tacit. Even Gao Huaiming, a new classmate, is generous, articulate and affectionate. After listening to their recitation, I couldn't help clapping my hands and applauding. Therefore, I voted for their group without hesitation!
My second vote was for Yang, who recited "I don't want anything". You see, he stood straight, and when he recited, his small eyes were particularly energetic, as if he had been completely intoxicated in the world of poetry. Whether he recites fluently, profitably and emotionally, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low ... I can't help boasting: "What a poet!" " "The parents in the WeChat group praised him and said that he was a' powder suction machine'!
My problem is that the voice is too low. Please speak louder next time! Be sure to take off the manuscript next time, design some movements, wear beautiful clothes and cheer for yourself! This is really a special and unforgettable poetry recital!
Last Friday afternoon, the exciting poetry reading will make me remember it vividly.
That day, I came to school hopefully, because I made full preparations at home, and I thought to myself: I must do well in the exam this time.
At last, the recitation competition began. The students were all smiling as if they didn't care, but I spent a lot of time. The teacher announced the beginning, starting with the first group. Perhaps the students underestimated the game, paid little attention to it, and laughed from time to time. At this time, I felt that the victory was in the bag! I confidently said to myself, "I can do it, I can do it."
Ten minutes passed, and I don't know why, my heart was pounding and I looked up. Oh, no! I ignored the top students in my class, and when they went on the field, I was even more nervous. One minute passed, two minutes passed, and the game became fierce. It's my turn soon. I read and recite in my seat. It's finally my turn. I stepped onto the platform with a nervous mood. My feet are shaking. "Hello, everyone, I want to recite ..." Too bad, I can't recite many places when I recite, and I have to remind my classmates that I am getting more and more nervous. But I still successfully completed the recitation, and the audience applauded instantly. The applause gave me strength, but I still think I must have failed this time. Sure enough, at the end of the recital, suddenly, a "Cheng" appeared, and he was Lin Yuning. Usually, he is not very impressive. Unexpectedly, this time he was full of momentum and won warm applause from his classmates.
The most exciting moment came, and the teacher began to give out prizes. I was in high spirits and the students began to vote. I saw the teacher say, "Wu Zongjin must have passed!" " "I'm so happy, but Lin Yuning has more votes than me. It is true that there are outsiders outside the mountain. I can only sigh "Cough! "In the end, I got the second place, and the first place was Lin Yuning.
Although I didn't win the recital, I was satisfied.
This is outside the window, bigger than the one that came. My excited mood can't be calm for a long time. Let the storm come more violently!
In the first class this afternoon, our class held a special poetry recitation.
We have been looking forward to this poetry recital for a long time. On Wednesday, Mr. Liu began to give us some news from time to time, saying that this Friday's class meeting will be changed to a poetry reading meeting, and it will be ranked second, and the top few will have mysterious rewards! Then everyone was very excited, looking forward to it, and of course there was a little doubt. The next day, Teacher Liu actually announced: "Please be prepared. Tomorrow, our class will hold a poetry recitation with the theme of "Mother River". Please be prepared. " No sooner had Mr. Liu finished than the classroom exploded and became a mess. I also scratched my head and went to consult with the members of our group. After fair discussion, our group decided that Yan Yin Xue would look for poems and I would read them.
On Friday, I came to school with mixed feelings. I am very excited, excited, and of course a little nervous. Came to the classroom, Yan Yin Xue took out her prepared theme, which turned out to be "Yellow River Fu". Ode to the Yellow River has six paragraphs. There are five people in our group, one of them reads a paragraph, and everyone reads the last paragraph together. I glanced at the content. Poetry is full of passion. When reading aloud, read it with a passionate voice. When I told my team members what I thought, they were very supportive, so they unanimously decided to listen to me during the rehearsal. At noon, our group rehearsed carefully, but the effect was amazing! I said to them seriously, "Listen, everyone, if we get a good ranking in this poetry reading, I will reward each person with two yuan as encouragement." Everyone was very excited and "combative". It seems that my words have given us great spiritual support, so it is not enough to say that only spiritual encouragement is enough.
The afternoon poetry recital finally came, only to see two small hosts scramble the serial numbers of ten groups, and then put them face down on the table with numbers written on them. At the beginning of the recitation, the first link pushed the atmosphere to a climax-the teacher announced the order in which the group came to power. Teacher Liu walked to the desk covered with paper and gently opened the first piece of paper with the number "9" written on it. Only nine groups of screams were heard. I don't know whether it is despair or joy. The second card is also exposed, which is the lovely number "3" and also my group. Followed by 7, 6, 10, 4, 1, 2, 8 and 5. Before the recitation, Mr. Liu asked the group leaders to grade the other groups on the stage: full score 10, with a minimum score of 6. The ninth group took the lead on the stage. They recited Song of the Yangtze River. Although they didn't perform very well, I gave them seven points. Then, our group came on stage! I read Ode to the Yellow River in a loud voice. Since Friends … Great and Strong, our group has been reading passionately. I believe that our reading has made all those who have heard of it see the choppy and passionate scene of the Yellow River! But what I admire most is the second group. Their voices make me intoxicated: Zhou Sizen's voice is beautiful, just like a piano piece; Lin Jiaqi's sonorous voice brought me to the troubled Yellow River; Yang Lan's voice is crisp and beautiful, like a quiet lake. It turns out that the Yellow River also has quiet and gentle moments. ...
The poetry recital soon ended in a warm atmosphere, but the Yangtze River and the Yellow River remained in our hearts!