Today, our class held a "flying horn in the bright heart of youth" poetry recitation.
The first student on stage, her recitation was wonderful and powerful, followed by Xu Jiale's recitation performance, and their performance also had props. One person performs a recitation in a novel form.
With the announcement of the host, it was my turn in a moment, and my heart began to get nervous and thump, as if there was a villain playing drums in my stomach.
I gingerly stepped onto the platform and picked up the microphone. I keep encouraging myself: I can, I can!
I began to recite: "Nightcrawler. This is the night she came ... "At first, I read fluently, but in the middle, I became more and more nervous and even sweated. I am afraid that I will suddenly forget the lyrics. How terrible that would be! The little man in the belly beat the drum louder! I feel that my heart is in my throat. I feel that if I say a few words loudly, my heart will run out.
Finally, at the moment I finished reading, I felt like a caged bird, and I was reborn. I even felt like I flew off the platform.
This poem recitation of "Flying Youth, Loud Horn in My Heart" will make me feel that I have got another exercise, and I will definitely perform better next time!