How to write a composition when reading poetry?

Poetry reading today is a good day, and today's sunshine is particularly bright. Today, our whole class will go to the terraced classroom on the fourth floor to listen to a large-scale poetry reading, and there are many judges. There are many young teachers attending the poetry recital today, including Miss Li and Miss Yin, and xu teacher, who has taught us physical education for several years. Teacher Tao, the head teacher, reached an agreement with us before taking us up. What caught my eye were young teachers who were actively prepared, beautifully decorated balloons and ribbons, and grandparents (judges) who came to participate in the activities. All these make me unforgettable and worried. We are all curious. Finally, we have been waiting for a long-awaited poetry recital, and she came to our century-old prestigious school. The host walked to the middle of the catwalk, communicated with everyone in her perfect language, and introduced the judges ... The first one was Teacher Dai, whose poem was titled: Your Eyes. The students sitting below clapped their hands curiously. After the applause, elegant music "flowed" heartily, and accompanied by Mr. Dai's beautiful voice, a poetic "singing voice" was carried out. "You, your eyes, are like my patron saint, I am an angel …" Every young teacher reads well. Next, our teacher Li came on stage, and we were very excited. Our whole class clapped hard and cheered for Teacher Li. Our hands are red, and God has eyes. Everything comes to him who waits, and thunderous applause broke out at the scene. Our teacher Li read affectionately: Zhu Bei, this loud and strong topic. Accompanied by quiet music, Miss Li rushed to the front several times from time to time. How devoted she is! How affectionate! No matter which sentence she reads, she is so serious. I was moved by her "poetic voice", as if I were in that blue sea. Every teacher won our applause with their sweet and affectionate voices. Every teacher is reading these carefully prepared poems with great emotion. We also feel it with our hearts. Time flies, and in a short time, a sweet bell rings, which means that the poetry recital is coming to an end. How I wish I could stay a little longer! I miss everything here.