In daily study, work or life, we have written essays, right, the essay must do to focus on the theme, around the same theme for in-depth elaboration, avoid East and West, the theme of lax or even no theme. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays, the following is my collection of essays on dance , welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
Essay on Dance 1In the last year, my mom enrolled me in a dance interest class.
The first time I went, I thought it was very fun and also felt quite fresh, the results began to dance class after the teacher taught us to lower back I tried to bend my waist down, but to hang back that way is very difficult, not only the waist of the pain, and breathing difficulties. After a minute, I finally stood up, I was very dizzy, I could not tell north, south, east, west and north, it was not fun at all. Originally I thought the teacher would stop practicing here! But who knows and then to cross, I put both legs down hard, but after all, I have not practiced legs or pain. The teacher saw me like this, let me climb a "big frog" let people put my legs pressed, the teacher stood on my butt. "Ah!" I screamed that the pain is like the flesh of the thigh was something torn general, the pain is unbearable.
After school, I began to avoid the weekday practice, and even wanted to say to my mom, "No more practice, it hurts too much!"
The next day, I went to school, my good friends know that I am learning to dance, enviously said: "Zhang Yuqi, you are so lucky! We want to practice dance my mother did not give me enrollment, and practicing dance can also keep your posture well, but also can become thin." I was still half believing in what they said. Back home I saw a ballet sister on TV practicing dance experience than I practiced more bitter, more than ten years as one day. Only with that beautiful body, beautiful dance, this scene y moved me, I am determined to practice dance, no longer call the bitter! Now I have fallen in love with dance, not only has the examination of the ninth grade but also to maintain the body shape, can dance with the music don't mention how happy!
Essay on Dance 2You dance in the heat, dance your passion; you breathe the red tongue, to life. You dance, you leap, you are spirited, you are spontaneous, you are bold! You are strong as steel, devouring everything; You are gentle and warm? Fire! You are the holy light of the universe!
Turn on the fire! You are the purest light in the universe! You are the son of Zeus; the god of thunder will multiply you, the god of wind will help you grow. On that holy night, by Zeus' will, Thor sent you to earth. I saw your twisted body in the strong winds, a leap in the history of human evolution. I was no longer cold, no beast dared to invade, and light cut through darkness in the night! Fire! You are the parent of all living things!
You are also a cruel executioner! If you were hungry, you would devour the forest, all the creatures that once brought you joy and warmth, their homes, their trust in you. You smile coldly. Yes, you are content, but don't you see that there are eyes and lives watching you? When you come, they have to flee, no one dares to resist you, no one even looks at you? Just because you are fire! You devour everything mercilessly, burn them, and then laugh, without ever noticing the pain they endure. Because of this, Zeus sends water to subdue you!
Fire, you are black and white! It was you who sentenced truth to death, but let the rebels live! Did you ever know that it was you who mercilessly swallowed Copernicus when he was tied to the cross? Did you ever know that it was you who killed Darwin! ......
Turn on the fire! You stupid, ignorant God!
O Fire, if you are the mother of all things, why did you become a mediocre god? Remember, you are the son of Zeus, the son of Thor, the embodiment of light! Your duty is to bloom with the purest and most selfless light, to burn out the darkness, to release, release, release the light!
Essay on Dance 3On Saturday morning, I suddenly saw several dancers on TV, dancing gracefully and beautifully on the stage. I suddenly had an idea: if I go to dance, I will learn it well and become a dancer in the future. Then I pestered my mom to let me go to dance lessons. Finally, my mom agreed that I should go to learn it.
On my first day, the teacher told me to come and climb backwards. I did not dare at all, and finally in the teacher's help will be. But I still feel unconvinced, and practiced hard at home. Finally, I can climb the waist by myself. I was very excited. But when I practiced again, something unfortunate happened: my waist flashed. But I said to my mom, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll be fine after a nap." But mom said, "My daughter, will definitely grow up to be a great dancer."
By the next day at school. The teacher told us to heel to heel. I thought to myself: what does the teacher want again? I was scared in my heart because the last time I climbed backward my waist had already made me scream in pain. It turned out that this time it didn't hurt at all to bend backward. Suddenly, the teacher saw that this is not difficult to defeat us, so he gave us a difficult problem: bending backward to put his hands in the air. This time I mustered up the courage to put my hands down, at once, I felt a deer in the heart, afraid of falling. Finally, I restrained my fear and started to lower my back, then I put my hands in the air until they were propped up on the ground. Turns out it didn't hurt at all.
Now on to the dance. I will be able to do it in a while. However, accidentally stepped on the side. After a while, the teacher called me to dance again, I was very nervous, the teacher saw my fear and said, "Relax." I finally got it. And the teacher praised me.
From then on I was serious about learning and tried to overcome the difficulties. I believe that I will become a dancer.
Essay on Dance 4There is art everywhere in life, and I especially like to learn art dance.
I have loved dancing since I was a child, so my mother decided to take me to the Children's Palace to learn dance. In a hot Sunday, my mom really took me to the Children's Palace to enroll, when I saw the dance hall students are dancing, also followed the hands and feet. When the teacher saw me, she smiled and dragged me into the dance hall, introduced me to my classmates, and I was a bit shy and kept my head down in front of everyone. I was a little shy and kept my head down in front of everyone. My classmates welcomed me warmly as a new friend, and I felt very honored.
Then we started the class. The teacher first let us press the leg, put the leg on the binding pole, and then press the leg with the chest against the leg, ouch! This can suffer me, my knees were pressed to the pain. Just after the leg press, have not rested, and then a shoulder press, which can be difficult for my waist, I was exhausted, just want to sit on the ground, the teacher and "ordered", let us split, kick ...... "Ouch! My mom! It hurts me!" Despite how I complained, ultimately have to obey the order.
The more bitter is that the teacher let us down the waist, the teacher to help students one by one down the waist, down the waist of the students up called pain. I see, more fearful, soon, my turn, the teacher to help me down the waist, I was in pain, can not help, so I let go of the hand, only to hear "Boom!" I let go of my hand, only to hear "Boom!" sound, my body fell heavily on the ground, four feet to the sky! I cried out in pain, and then I got used to these basic skills.
Art makes me happy and makes me feel pain. This time I didn't just learn to dance, I learned to persevere.
Essay on Dance 5I am a little boy who loves sports. Every year, the school sports meeting is my most awaited. Just into May, I know that the annual sports meeting will be on schedule, the heart can not help but secretly rejoice.
As a rule, every year's sports meeting will be organized by each class to perform a special group exercise to show the class style. This year is no exception, our class program is even more original, is the group social dance. I was so curious about this strange dance that I was excited to accept the challenge of dancing for the Games!
The weather was not kind! In recent days, the weather has been scorching hot and the sun has been blazing down like a big ball of fire, baking the campus, and the air seems to freeze when there is no wind. The air seemed to freeze when there was no wind. We practiced every move under the sun like busy ants, not knowing how to get tired. Unconsciously, I was already sweating profusely, bean-sized beads of sweat were flowing down my forehead, and my throat was on fire, so I really wanted to dive into a big tank of water to get a refreshing cold. But these can not stop our determination to train hard, after repeatedly practicing heart, our dance steps are more and more skillful, and can be accompanied by music perfect show. Although the training is very boring, tired, but I know: "one minute on the stage, ten years of work under the stage." Without hard work, how can we gain? No matter how hard and tired I must persist, with the best spirit to show themselves.
As the old saying goes: "The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold." I believe that unremitting efforts will be rewarded. I believe we are the most beautiful dancers in the Games, I want to dance for the Games!
Essay on Dance 6When I was a child, I was always so mesmerized every time I saw dancers dancing on the TV screen or in the dance studio. So, at the age of five, my mom enrolled me in the "Huayi" dance school.
I suffered a lot to practice dance. Once I did not stand well when I lifted my leg high, and cracked the skin on my knee; another time when I grabbed my face in front of me, my face was swollen; once I fell down when I did not stand steadily when I pulled my back leg, and it hurt the back of my head. After so many experiences, I really wanted to give up, yet I persisted again and again. Whenever I had the thought of giving up, I would think of the famous dancer - Peacock Princess Yang Liping. Her dance is so beautiful, so spiritual and meaningful. I want to be as great an artist as she is, so I have to overcome all the difficulties in practicing. I would always say to myself, "Meimei, you will be able to do it, you must persevere and never give up." When I heard my own encouragement, I would stick to it. Just like that, encouragement after encouragement, perseverance after perseverance. As the saying goes: one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage. Which dancer's graceful movements are not successful only after a thousand refinements?
Because of the love of dance, so in the bitter I can harvest the joy. I remember once, our class represented the whole school to participate in the province's dance competition, our group dance "the fragrance of jujube flowers" won the first place. When we held the golden trophy, our eyes were moist. At this time we would like to thank my dance teacher Tian, it is her cultivation and support, we can hold a trophy full of honor.
Dance is a rhythmic step, just like poetry is a rhythmic genre. I love dance, I love the beauty of dance, dance can purify my mind, dance can refine my will, let me become strong and confident.
After practicing dance for five years, I want to say, dance, I love you!
Essay on Dance 7Ouyang Shuang? I. Captain of the school. Quality and academic excellence. A wealthy family. Father is the governor, mother is the general manager of the company. She and Qian B are very good friends. Always help Qian B. Although people do not see Qian Rong.
Murong Xi wing no one. Squadron leader. Although her academic performance is very good, the teacher looks down on her. But after all, it's an aristocratic academy and everyone is rich. My family is poor, so I was always bullied.
Murong Qianying no one. Squadron committee. Qian B's sister. It's just that she's in fifth grade class 7, where the students are very friendly.
Xu Xiaoqian [nobody]. Class president. The mayor's daughter with average grades. Bullies Qian Rong when she is the mayor's daughter. She really wants to be with Ouyang Shuang? Become friends, but Ouyang Shuang? Knew she'd always be a wingnut against Murong Xi. So she rejected her good intentions over and over again.
Bai Tie [no name]. Xu Xiaoqian's cousin.
Yi Ling [nameless]. She is Xu Xiaoqian's best friend. Bad heart. Family is also good. Is the daughter of the governor. Her teacher catches Qian B.
Green Leaf [no one]. Team committee. Very beautiful. His family is also good. His father is the general manager of a clothing company and is worth several million dollars. She also kinda pities Qian B. She and Shuang? are good friends.
Ms. Lu [no name]. Although she is a teacher in an aristocratic school, she also admires Qian Rong.
Painting Wei [nameless]. One of Qian B's online friends. Her real name is "Lan Yiwei". She is the daughter of the vice governor.
Tu Keer is a nobody. She is a member of the class at school. She is a good friend of Qian Ying.
Essay on Dance 8Art has an endless charm. So even though the palace of art is so deep and secluded, the types of art are so many. Dance is also a kind of art. There are two kinds of dance: Latin dance and folk dance.
This semester, my mother told me to go to dance, I went to the Star Dance, registration, Mr. Tian asked me: "What do you learn to dance" "Latin dance". "You originally learned the famous dance I enroll you in the famous dance" I sullenly go to the famous dance.
Famous dances are an exercise in basic skills.
. Since I couldn't do the horizontal fork. Mr. Xiao taught me to stand behind the wall and press down with my legs against the wall, and Mr. Xiao sits on your back and presses down. Insist on 50 seconds and insist on 50 seconds. Ms. Xiao will not let you go. I was dancing there the biggest, I had to insist.
Just yesterday, learning to dance, Mr. Xiao came to a big must kill. Mr. Xiao told me to go up, sleep on the mat, two feet into a frog downward pressure, I cried. Each action to adhere to ten seconds, after doing so and then is to press the vertical fork, put a foot straight, in a foot on top of the head. I am not afraid of this movement. I am most afraid of ` is to hold the leg, put a hand holding Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao first put the leg into 90 °, in 180 °, and finally hold their own, I cried. After all do play in the change of legs to do.
Mr. Xiao said to me: "One minute on the stage, ten years of work under the stage. I believe in you."
I finally persevered, my leg softness is getting better and better, I want to thank Mr. Xiao, every time I want to give up. Ms. Xiao always encourages me.
Essay on Dance 9I have many hobbies such as dancing, swimming, painting, playing badminton and so on.
My favorite or dance, in my kindergarten, my mother sent me to the Palace of Culture to learn to dance ballet, dance is very hard, summer vacation, braving the hot sun to school, usually go to school in the morning earlier than other students to go to school to stay, whenever the dance teacher to let the rest, I am seriously review the teacher has just told the action, the teacher saw it to guide me to tell me that the action to do wrong, how to do. The teacher saw it and guided me, telling me that the action was wrong and how to do it.
Every time the action is not in place, it is repeatedly practiced until satisfied. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. Whenever I make a demonstration, I think of the saying a penny for a penny, a penny for a penny. From my learning to dance to now, the school what program I will be honored to be selected, I dance "" flying pony "" also won a first prize, students are very envious of me, whenever standing on the stage to hear the audience give us applause, the heart of the special self-military, gorgeous, and experience that the joy of success, from now on I like dancing more. Whenever I hear the beautiful music, I can not help but jump up with the melody.
Dancing allows me to understand the failure and success. Failure makes me strong, success makes me confident. Failure is not terrible, the key is to be brave to face. As long as you pay hard sweat, I believe that success is very close to us. I like to dance, for girls, dancing will correct the body extraordinarily good-looking, elegant, dancing gives me a healthy body.
I like dancing, dancing not only brings me honor, happiness, but also adds endless fun to my life'
Essay on Dancing 10"Sha--"
" Whew-"
Rolls up a green leaf and weaves in and out of the thin branches.
"Rustle ......"
"Chirp ......"
Leaves and birds sang in harmony as nature played a beautiful tune. The wind, dancing a waltz, wore a transparent dress in mid-air in an elegant arc.
She embraced the sky, cupping the shy cheeks of the birds; she danced with the butterflies*** and smiled at the flowers.
What a free wind!
Spinning in circles, she glides over the great rivers and brushes the green hills. She laughs and flutters on the girl's green silk; it grieves and cries alone in the rain; it rages and intertwines with the lightning and makes peace with the thunder. "Rumble -" the rain poured down, it carried with it the penetrating coolness of the rain beads, whistling through the sky.
The rain was panting, unable to keep up with her. The wind turned mischievously and disappeared.
Where did she hide? Ah, I see her, I see her in the flowers, bringing up a fragrant breeze. The flower stems swayed and rippled in a colorful wave.
Waves? She took a deep breath and "hoo-" jumped to the ocean.
The salty smell replaced the fresh scent of the flowers. She did not mind, just focus on playing with the seagulls, this bad guy, rolled up the sandy wind, want to squint the seagulls?
Sneaking a smile, she went to play with the waves again. Wind and sea water to take the reef to tease, shoot up a wave. The wind is not happy, but see a wave in the sea faded away and disappeared. She was not happy and blew harder, but only shallow ripples were created.
What's going on? She whirled around and thought - ah! It's time for the sea to go to sleep!
The sun was going down in the west, leaving only a haze in the sky, rendering the sea. The wind whirled softly, seeming to linger a little. Finally, she gently, with her dance clothes away, at this time only remaining in heaven and earth this quiet beauty.
The first time I saw the dance, I was in a row in my dance clothes, waiting for the teacher. The teacher came into the classroom and gave us the dance of the day in front of the school bridge. We were all surprised because it was difficult and our hearts were drumming.
The teacher began to tell us the essentials of the movement: "First, clasp your hands together and raise them above your head. The left foot is in front, the right foot is behind, the center of gravity is shifted to the right foot, both hands on the ground, head up, the right foot turns first, the left foot follows. After you turn over, turn into a downward-facing shape and come back with a downward-facing one at the end." . After that the teacher gave us a demonstration. We were all shocked. Can such a difficult movement be accomplished? Can it be learned? A series of questions recurred in my mind. The teacher asked us to practice one by one. When it was my turn, my heart kept pounding. The teacher seemed to see the nervousness and said, "It's okay, the movements are simple, nothing difficult." I apprehensively got ready with the teacher. "Begin."
I started to roll over. When I was just halfway through, my teacher grabbed my feet and I was upside down in mid-air." Head up, feet straight, knees straight." As soon as my teacher's hand let go, I immediately rolled over.
I can't tell you how happy I was to see that I had mastered the essentials of this maneuver in one fell swoop! "There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people who want to" this saying is true.
This semester my mom enrolled me in a dance class. I've been going to two classes every Saturday.
On the first day of class, we started with the simplest movements, feet swinging into small eights, arms in an arc to the top of the head, and then the left arm slowly fell to the chest, and then to the left side of the expansion of the flat stretch, the right arm and then do the same movement. The right arm then does the same. Finally, the arms are spread out like the wings of a bird and then gently fall. The teacher demonstrated this movement beautifully, and I seemed to have learned it, and I was very happy. As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to show it to my mom, but she laughed and bent over, saying, "Son, why do I feel like a traffic cop directing traffic?" I laughed too, and then did it again more seriously, "This time it looks like a puppet again!" Mom said. So we laughed a lot.
The second class, the teacher said to teach us to smile. Who doesn't know how to smile? We thought it was strange. But the teacher said: "The learning of smile can be deep! To smile decently, to so-" teacher emphasized, "look in the mirror, remember, smile must show the upper row of eight teeth!" I hurriedly asked, "Teacher, I've lost a tooth in the front of my upper row, what can I do if I don't have enough eight teeth?" She smiled and replied, "The one you lost counts." A few more students chirped, "Teacher, I lost two!" "Teacher, I'm missing three teeth ......" The whole room was in a mess and made a lot of noise, making the teacher's head dizzy, and as a result, everyone laughed (not smiled) happily.
essay on dance 13When I was a child, I do not know for what reason, then ignorantly stepped into the dance class, but I did not expect this into the, I like the teacher, but also fell in love with the dance.
I regard dance as extremely important, it is like a close companion in my life, and I follow me, accompany me to grow up. In the dance class, I am active performance, the teachers love me. Every time I perform, I am always very serious, afraid that the whole dance interpretation will fail due to my own fault. The dance is my whole life.
But suddenly, one day, my favorite dance teacher quit the dance because she was pregnant, and another teacher took over. But this teacher is very strict, not only every day "power" full, and even do not ask the reason to quarrel us, such a day is really difficult to get through. Gradually, I began to resist learning dance, and when I mentioned dance, I was so upset that I was no longer willing to step in there. For a long time I found excuses not to go to school, and even locked myself in the bathroom not to face it. This stalemate for a long time, and ultimately the desire to dance so that I can not help my mother's "coercion", began to waver ......
Back to the day of the dance, I was very worried, afraid that the "tiger" teacher will be "tiger", "tiger" like teacher will be "tiger", "tiger" like teacher will be "tiger", "tiger" like teacher will be "tiger". I entered the classroom with fear and trepidation, I smelled the perfume on the teacher's body, but I was especially afraid that behind her gentle smile she would suddenly reveal that "evil" heart ...... A lesson came down, but I miraculously found that the teacher actually did not quarrel with me. I was so happy that I even walked with a bounce in my step. It wasn't so difficult to face her! Finally, I can dance happily again!
Through this incident, I realized that the road I chose, no matter what kind of teacher I encountered, I had to insist on going on. I will not give up easily again, bravely face any setbacks, I want to continue to dance for the dream and work hard!
Essay on Dance 14When I was a kid, I often saw 6- or 7-year-olds dancing on TV, and I was very envious at that time. Once, I said to my mom, "Mom, I want to learn to dance." Mom agreed.
Soon after, my mom enrolled me in a dance class at the Children's Palace. At first, I was very happy, and the teacher was not strict with me. Later, I realized that practicing dance is not an easy thing.
One time, the teacher tore our waist, the teacher tore my head to the ass there, every time, tears in my eyes in the circle. I can not help it, said to my mother, "Mom, I do not want to practice." But my mom insisted that I practice, since then, I hate dance even more, every time I refuse to take lessons for various reasons, such as; going to the bathroom, want to sleep, hungry ...... But these are not a permanent solution, once I said I wanted to sleep, my mom saw that I was lying to her, so she said, "Don't lie to mommy yo! " I had to ''behave'' and go to class. But I was still not willing, and used all kinds of reasons to refuse to go to class, mom seemed to ''soft'' not work, so she had to ''use force''. '.
One thing that happened later made me like dancing. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher found a few students who could dance to rehearse, among them was me. After weeks of hard practice, our program was finally broadcast in Green Apple Land! When I saw me on TV, I was very excited, when I took back the first prize certificate, I cried, this time the tears are not tears of pain, but tears of excitement ah!
Since then, I have been more dedicated to learning dance, and now I have accumulated 5 certificates for dance awards!
I also performed a few programs in school, such as: "Motherland motherland I love you", we are Lei Feng type of good young people, I love Beijing Tiananmen Square" ......
These are not all the results of my hard practice?
Essay on Dance 15I told my mom that I didn't want to learn ballet! Mom was surprised. After a while, asked me why? I said every dance class, my legs hurt so much!
Mom was silent for a while and said, "Then you're not not dancing because you don't like it, right?" I nodded.
Mom said, "That's good! No matter what you learn, you will encounter difficulties. But if you encounter a little difficulty and give up, you end up learning everything in vain, no gain at all! I don't want you to become a dancer, but I want you to exercise your body and meet your friends once a week. But mom doesn't like kids who run away when things get tough! It's a matter of attitude! Xu Yile in your class just went to learn it, and she's in a lot more pain than you are!"
Looking at my mom's sad face, I exclaimed, "Mom, just look at the end result!"
"Just practice every day before you go to bed and stretch the tendons in your legs! Mommy will help you!"
One winter vacation because it was cold, none of them practiced. I first do the leg press movement, legs together and straight, stomach tighten, as close as possible to the thighs, head looking forward, hand forward, just endure leg soreness let mom count. As a result, the mother counted to 200 not counted: "can, relax your legs, tomorrow and then practice."
"A word open" action is not bad. Then I started to do sit-ups, but I only did 10, in fact, I can do 60, mom did not let it, said slowly, go to bed.