"This competition is a rare opportunity and a good opportunity to show the strength of our team, so we must strive for the first place. Do you have confidence? " Teacher Sun, the class teacher, said. "Yes," our voice was hundreds of times louder than usual, and the teacher smiled happily.
So, intense training began. In the afternoon, the teacher asked us to copy a poem by Yue Fei, Man Jiang Huai. Later, the teacher became busier. The teacher gave up her rest time and gave us careful guidance. On the third day, the teacher added a prologue, which was completed by two students. A few days later, the teacher added actions to us. In this way, we rehearsed carefully, studied hard and looked forward to the day of the game.
On this day, with great excitement, we came to the school auditorium and sat in our seats. While watching the wonderful performance of the lower grades, I recalled my lines, and my heart was as nervous as jumping into a small box. Beating. In the lower grades, some recite ancient poems, some recite poems, and the performances are wonderful. Finally, it's time for us to perform. We are ready backstage. So, the prologue of the two students began: "..., he was a famous anti-gold star, national hero and great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty ..." Then, our loud voices were as loud as the whole earth, "Thirty fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait ... "Soon we also finished the performance, and the applause thundered, and we retired from the stage with applause.
This fierce reading competition has been floating in my mind for a long time.