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I have many classes that I like. One of the most memorable lessons is the one-year language open class.

That day, in the first class of the morning, the class bell had not yet ringed, and the classroom was full of people. In addition to the classmates, there are teachers and experts who attend classes. We are very serious, sitting like a small tree straight.

A female teacher walked into the classroom. The teacher is very young and she seems to be a little nervous. Smiling and said: "Today we have three ancient poems."

Wow! This is really a beautiful picture. The yellow bird sings on the green willow tree. In the distance, a group of egrets flew into the distance. The teacher asked us to read aloud and read aloud "Two Huang Weiming Cui Liu, a line of egrets on the sky..."

The teacher started asking questions. The first question is "Which dynasty poet is this?" One of the classmates replied, "It is the quatrain of Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty." "Yes." "Let's walk into Du Fu's poem and see how his home is." of?"

I think, speaking is my strength. So, my first high raises my hand. "Please ask the female classmate to talk about it." "The green willow branches are gently shaken in the breeze. Several yellow ostriches sing in the trees. The songs are like praising the spring. The air here is very fresh and blue. The egret flies into the distance..."

"The home of Du Fu is really beautifully depicted by you! You are awesome!" The teacher smiled and said. I sat down happily. Looking around, everyone looked at me with envious eyes.

Next, a few other students rushed to speak, even though they said it well. However, I still feel that I am great!

I was very impressed with this open class because I had the opportunity to fully demonstrate my rich imagination. So far, still remember. Unforgettable for a long time!

First grade: 耨耨