That time, I was really great.

Reading in Chinese is very enthusiastic in our class. The wonderful presentation of the first phase and the second period brought the students endless harvests.

The bell rang in the class - it was my turn to preside over the host, and I quickly put the pinch of the wrinkled, familiar heart to the pocket and got up and walked to the podium. Every step seems to sound a sound. My desk encouraged me to say: "Daxiang, this time I will see you, don't lose face for our team." The Chinese teacher smiled and said: "Nothing, relax." My heart seems to jump even more. It seems to be facing a severe test. Before coming to the podium, my eyes and countless eyes under the stage smashed a spark of sparks. The thighs couldn’t help but tremble. At the moment I opened the slide, my brain was blank when I gathered. The hosted words of the melons are now remembered. "Ah, how to do it, this is finished - it is really anxious to die." The breeze blows on the face and there is no feeling - the face is hot like a fire, a drop of sweat on the tip of the nose.

"Daxiang, hurry up, don't stand up." I subconsciously bite my lip and make up my mind that I can't be deadlocked like this. I looked at the teacher's gaze and seemed to be full of certainty to me. The firm eyes of my classmates seemed to be full of expectations for me. I sorted out my own clues, and my heart was burned by this sure look. I clicked on the mouse, explained the meaning of the pictures, looked at the lovely smiles, and the pair of eyes full of curiosity, I smiled. That seems to give me infinite power. I have successfully interpreted all the pictures and texts. Perhaps the novelty of the book, let our group get a perfect score. At the moment I walked off the stage, I said to myself: "Oh, my good."

Maybe that time was not perfect, but I overcame the fear and eliminated the tension. It was another test for me. I once again defeated myself. That time I was really great.

First day: Hai Xiu Luo