The Dance of the Bucket Hat is long, the song is long, and the step is long. That a song step always step leisurely on the smoke clouds of the years, from the depths of my memories of my girlhood dance leisurely. The song is a leisurely, accompanied by the teacher's son Lin and his brothers. The three of them were lined up in a single-file row. Piccolo sound gurgling out of the jade tree, the morning light is hazy, cloudy, lush jade tree mountain forest flow of emotion is so soft and fine. Accordion leisurely pulled out the rays of sunshine, mellow as pearl notes bouncing between the fingers, like a lark in the morning. The ensemble of many instruments sounded, the dewdrops tinkled, the birds sang happily, and the sunshine fell on the vivid mountain village.
In the background of the music which makes the mountain village alive, a bright female voice is drawn out: the sun comes out ah - shines on the four sides ah - the soft echoes of the mountains accompanied by chanting: shines on the four sides ah - - shines on the four sides ah - suffers a lot from the sun. -Shine four sides ah - by this sweet singing call, a team holding a golden hat, dressed in colorful Xiajun Dong girls, curling, in the green blue grass slowly step out, leisurely, beautiful eyes look forward to. Walking in the forefront of the team to lead the dance is me, after the style around the field, lifting hats, turning legs, appearances, actions are in place, but it is the heart of the heavy, bowed dancing shoes how can not support my part of the ethereal and lightness of being. "Stop, stop!"
The teacher clapped and shouted. The teacher's last name was Tan, she taught music and had a delicate figure.
I heard that she suffered many, many trials and tribulations, from far, far away to teach in this mountain town, only to raise her three sons, which has a lot of sweet and sour. But since the day I met her, I have never seen her sadness and vicissitudes of life, my eyes, her face is full of sunshine and laughter.
The teacher was like this, while clapping and screaming, while smiling and instructing me: "Pay attention to the expression, pay attention to the expression, the girl, her face should be the most brilliant, the most delicate, her face flows from the heart of the love of life, the vision of the future."
My face flushed, but my heart sank further and further. Although I was only seventeen or eighteen at the time, I was most afraid of mentioning the future. High school graduation was imminent, but the political problems of my parents remained unresolved. Yesterday, my homeroom teacher told me, with a red eye, that I was still not among the last batch of members of the league to be developed at school, and he encouraged me to continue to be tested on the big stage of society.
This endless test makes my heart heavy and humble. I felt that my future was bleak, and my smile was never as bright as it should have been.
"Stop, stop!"
The teacher called again, looking at me with concerned eyes and no reproach. My heart ached a little.
So it all started over again, with a new accompaniment, a new accompaniment, a new dance. Again and again and again, and the teacher, a little tired, smiled and said, "Break it up, go down and experience it."
I boarded at the school and ate two meals, a large chunk of time after lunch-cum-dinner.
Scattered, I was still in a sullen mood, hooked my head, walking alone in the campus in a loose manner. Unintentionally, a heated argument came from an open window.
"She jumped in the school even if, to participate in the county will perform, but also let her lead that can not be, or, the upper will say that our position has a problem." Can hear, is the principal that cuts the voice.
"This child, good learning, good performance, dance is also good, why can not let her dance!" It was the first time I heard Ms. Tan's shrill, intense voice.
My head exploded, they were arguing for me, my heart ached even more, and I finally couldn't shut the floodgates of tears. I cover my face, twisted and ran, let the wind behind the screaming, let the tears in the wind have drifted, I just want to be like the wind like dispersal, to go to that a no one smoke-free place to go, to go to that painfully cry a.
Go really ran into a group of sheltered trees from, go really no one no smoke, go really lying on the tree will cry. Crying for a long, long time, the sky has gradually darkened, after the exaggeration, the heart has not so suffocated. I slowly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly lifted my head, slowly turned around, who knew that I met Lin's pair of eyes. Lin was standing in another clump of sheltered trees, looking at me from afar, eyes full of concern, eyes full of sympathy. When he saw me turn around, he let out a long breath, averted his face to look at the sky, and then, making a careless face, preceded me.
Watching his back, gradually far away, my thoughts also with him went far, far away.
Rehearsing again, my dance seemed a little more ethereal, a little lighter. Mr. Tan finally convinced the principal to let me lead the dance and participate in the performance.
When I was on the stage covered with lights, following the music, I flipped and swirled my golden bucket hat joyfully, and the female voice of the stars pushed the dance to a climax: "Fixing the road to happiness with one heart and soul, ah--happy road--Chairman Mao's kindness is deeper than the sea", she said. --- deeper than the sea --- collective spinning dance, modeling, appearance.
The audience was silent, the curtain slowly fell, and applause rose like a tidal wave. As I led my dance partners in another bowing curtain call, I saw that in the music pit, Mr. Tan and Lin were looking up at me, both of them glistening with tears.
The bucket hat dance is long. The long-drawn-out dance of the bucket hat dances out of the long-drawn-out years, flipping with the smoke and clouds of life. This dance gives me the most precious memories of my teenage years, the kind of people who are not entangled in the world and the sincere and pure memories of people.