Why do you feel nervous before poetry recitation?

When I approached the podium. Not a single nervous cell in my body is like brewed scented tea, overflowing with fragrance. Before going on stage, I stood up straight and showed a charming smile. At this moment, I felt tall and charming. When I was on the tall podium, looking at the sleepy eyes and listless audience, I was extremely excited. I tell myself time and time again that everyone in the audience is your audience. You have to use your best performance to infect and impress them. You have to use your most sincere speech to grab their eyes and rob them. of attention. \x0d\When the speech started, I seemed to jump from a thousand-foot cloud into the vast ocean, and like a petrel shot into the sky like a bullet from the other side of the sea, I was soaked in my whole body. I did not give any more speeches. I was telling a story. A story told from my heart. My words were no longer words, and I knew I could speak better if it weren't for this crappy Mike. Look! Everyone in the audience slowly woke up from their sleep. Their lips were slightly open, eager, and they listened carefully to my story. They stopped talking to their friends, stopped playing with girls, and stopped playing around. The mobile phone, all their eyes, ears, and senses are robbed by me. At this moment, whether they hold high positions or have rich families, they are all my audience. \x0d\Listeners! Put away your arrogance and prejudice and listen to my story. I was excited and devoted myself to my story. Sometimes I murmured in a low voice, sometimes I jumped for joy. I was performing, doing stunts!\x0d\I knew I was the number one before I went on stage. . On the first day of the audition, I measured inch by inch with my feet and felt the bright red carpet. I knew that this stage belonged to me. I'm not here to win first place, I'm here to perform and prove myself. I stood straight while waiting in the audience, giving a speech on stage, and evenly divided in the audience. What I was waiting for was not applause, cheers, or the honor of first place. What I was waiting for was my own affirmation of myself. I am a person with low self-esteem, and I know deeply that after more than ten years of dormancy, you were frantically swaying your youth, being happy, in love, and joking. I have been working hard day and night and I have gained something. I still have a lot of skills. Give me time and a stage, and I will shine and be brilliant. I am calmly waiting for the scores, calmly waiting for my stage, I still have many highlights. Maybe it's because you are too familiar with me on weekdays that you are too lazy towards me. It doesn't matter, friends, I will let you see it. \x0d\I don’t think I had an opponent that day. Not every contestant performed well. My opponent was only myself. On the podium, I defeated myself and made everyone listen to my story carefully. Maybe they come from codification. Although my best friends have never given me such respect, if I tell them, HI, my speech is great, they will just curl their lips and do other things as usual, it doesn’t matter, I belong to the stage, when I have the stage , you will find that I am dormant beside you, waiting. \x0d\This is not a victory, but a completion, an explanation for my failed, unrestrained love.

Li Bowen only has a career, and he will succeed because he has sacrificed so much for it....