? What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
The voice of reading "China Youth" came from the corridor.
Everyone is preparing for the final poetry reading next Wednesday. In the corridor, the sound of our rehearsal is particularly eye-catching.
I walked forward with a book in my hand: the story of spring resounded through the north and south of the river with emotion, and everyone was rehearsing seriously, for fear that the activity next Wednesday would be messed up. Whenever the bell rings, we all pick up books, rush out of the classroom, line up, start queuing and start rehearsing. Although there are boys making trouble, we still concentrate on rehearsing carefully.
With the speed of our rehearsal, Wednesday will move forward with time!
? The motherland is in our hearts, and the June 1 poetry reading will officially begin! ? Both temporary hosts made their own impromptu speeches at the scene, which improved the atmosphere of the scene a lot.
? Next, please bring us China Youth in Chinese! ? As Wang Wenjia is away, we can only replace him with Qian Jiayi.
? As soon as the music came from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, our feelings were integrated into the artistic conception of this poem.
? Ah, this is our China. This is China boy! ? At the end of the last reading, the audience applauded warmly, which brought us back to reality. We held hands and bowed deeply to the audience.
One minute on stage, ten years off stage.
The applause of the audience is the best reward for our rehearsal these days.