Design of 30-person Poetry Recitation Formation

Turn tears into a flame of blessing in your heart into concentric circles. Raise a glass, raise a glass, bid farewell to sorrow, and cherish reunion. On a melancholy day, a sequel to a helpless face, one of our songs was written in 66 letters, hidden in the blue sea and blue sky needed by the motherland, geese quietly flew over the eaves, and the memories of joys and sorrows were strung together with numbers. At the moment of turning the page, the light painted her naughty face. Who secretly studied that page for thousands of times and set foot on the bridge deck? We turned the lotus into a boat full of sweetness and lies: I don't ask if there is fate in the afterlife, but I hope there will be no regrets in this life. We only got the tickets when the pomegranate flowers on the rock campus were burned, but we forgot the words.