About hip-hop, about dreams.
You may think that I am a child who loves hip-hop and has dreams. Keep dancing and creating on the way to realize your dreams.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. What I love is not hip-hop, but it belongs to the same category as hip-hop, that is, dance. I have my own dreams. I believe everyone has it. Dreams are innocent, pure, and beautiful without any impurities. Because there are dreams, there will be struggles, and there will be a future.
About dance.
I remember that when I was very young, I went to the practice room, which didn’t last long. I don’t know why I want to go. I just know that it is very hard, but there are many children together. When it comes to basic skills such as the splits, I will be afraid and grit my teeth because it really hurts.
I think it was in high school when I really had my own understanding and feelings about dance. In my second year of high school. There are many mirrors, high and low barres, dance shoes, dance clothes... I am fascinated by everything about dance.
There are many dance photos posted on the wall of the wooden house. They remind me of my elementary school and my junior high school. However, I really can’t remember how I felt about dance at that time. I think I like to dance, so I dance. I know that I am not tired after dancing like this. Not tired at all. When I started going to the dance studio with my classmates in my second year of high school, the feeling was different. It seems that I can begin to understand dance and what it can make me enjoy. But the college entrance examination is coming soon, and my classmates are art students, but I am not. In this way, some of my childish ideas were strangled in the cradle by teachers and parents. But I have never forgotten that I love dancing.
The summer of 2006 was unfortunate for me. In 2007, we must work hard.
In this ordinary time, I live a happy life. I am using practical actions to heal my parents’ wounds. However, at the end of 2006, it was dance that made me hesitate for a while. This time, I was very persistent and my parents were very supportive.
I still remember that during that time, I skipped politics class and hid alone in the school’s dance room to practice dancing with my legs pressed in front of the mirror. During the lunch break, I performed the dance I prepared in front of everyone. The strong support from my friends gave me the courage to enter the dance room of East China Normal University. The spacious space, professional facilities, and stills from the performance made me mesmerized. That was the first time I felt afraid of dancing. Because I saw many girls with the same dream preparing in the dance studio: leg presses, splits, front flips, spins... I was dumbfounded. Tell mom, let's go home. I was almost persuaded and pulled by my mother before I nervously walked into the dance studio to take the exam.
This is the first time that I have looked at dance with rejection. But the short twenty minutes of the assessment showed me professionalism and competition. Perhaps, from then on, I became even more obsessed with dance.
After that, I saw many people dancing. I don’t appreciate dancers with weak skills, I only appreciate dancers who have passion, dreams and connotation in their dance. Now, when I enter the university and the dance troupe of Agricultural University, I do not deny that I was disappointed at first, an indescribable loss. However, it was dance that made me choose to study in a troupe. The feeling on stage is what I have been pursuing. I am not a person born for dancing, and I am not qualified to say so. But, I feel like, on stage, I am the elf. I can forget all my worries and feel every detail.
Everything I said, what I love, is just one type of dance - Chinese folk dance.