我是一个话多的小男孩。老爸说,话多就去学讲话吧。就这样,我与主持结下了不解之缘。第一次当主持是在上幼儿园的时候。我忐忑不安地走上舞台,我的天呀!看到台下那群黑压压的人,刚想开口,突然,脑子一片空白,怎么也想不起词来。正当我惊慌失措时,老师上台替我说完了那段台词。当我走下台,看到人们满是嘲笑的目光,我的心像针扎一样疼。因为稿子没有背熟又加上太紧张,第一次上台的我,就这样“挂”在了舞台上。吸取这次教训,我下定决心努力练习。爸妈帮我报了记忆训练班、 I am a little boy with many words. Dad said that more words to learn to speak. In this way, I formed a bond with the host. The first time when presiding over kindergarten. I am anxious to embark on the stage, my God! I saw the audience under the crowd of people, just want to say, suddenly, a blank mind, how can not remember words. While I was in a panic, the teacher came to power and finished the line for me. When I step down and see people full of ridicule, my heart hurts like a needlepunch. Because manuscripts are not ripe but also coupled with too nervous, the first time I came to power, so “hanging” on the stage. Draw lessons from this, I decided to practice hard. Mom and Dad reported me a memory training class,