My after-school life is rich and colorful, among them, my favorite after-school life is to learn to dance.
I once studied Latin dance for a year, and then gave up halfway because of the fear of suffering and tiredness, but the pain and joy of a year has been haunting the depths of my memory, which is the most unforgettable is the bone-deep experience of being beaten.
I remember that it was in the summer vacation, the eve of an upcoming competition, the teacher trained more rigorous than usual, but I do not know what happened, the whole class has been distracted, the teacher taught me a dance step did not remember. Soon the second class began, the teacher to check the training results of the last class, I was very anxious, secretly thought, finished, finished, I can not learn anything!
The music began to play, but I stood in place like a wooden man, only to urge my partner, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, you quickly jump wow." But since I was the one who was assigned the male step by the teacher, my partner couldn't dance unless I jumped up. I took my partner by the waist and tried my best to remember the routine that the teacher had just taught me, but I just couldn't recall it. So I had to stare at other students, learning as I danced, so I was always a beat or two slower than the others, and I couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the music at all. While others were moving at a brisk pace, I was in a frenzy, which was very funny.
In a short while, the teacher came to me with a ruler, and I heard a loud bang, which hurt my leg. But I do not dare to cry out, I know, if you cry, certainly another foot. But it hurts too much, the pain of the heart, I can not bear it, but the tears still keep flowing down. Only to hear the teacher said, you just class, "they did not listen, this still have the nerve to cry, do you have the face," "snap!" The teacher said, "You didn't listen to the lesson, and now you have the nerve to cry, do you have the face?" "Slap!", another ruler, louder than just now, even over the music. In the face of the teacher's angry reprimand, students contemptuous gaze, I hated to hurry to find a crack in the ground.
It was hard to get through to the end of class, I ran home quickly with tears in my eyes, lifted the pants leg, found that the teacher hit the two hard, has a large red swelling, but I dare not say with my parents, because this is my own mistakes, but also I deserve the punishment. That a large red swelling until more than a week later only gradually subside.
A month later, probably because of the beating inspired my fighting spirit, my dance steps after honing, become skillful and exquisite, and finally was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, but also accidentally won a second prize and a third prize, when I carefully caressed the high hanging on the neck of the medal, I instantly understand, the original is really ten years of work under the stage, a minute on the stage, only under the stage to eat all the pain, to harvest the applause on the stage, and the only way to get the best out of it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Looking back on my dance road, although very short, and experienced so many unhappy, but it makes me grow up, and constantly understand the philosophy of life, dance as a fire, refining my courage and perseverance, lit my faith and hope
2. The process of learning to dance for the first time EssayOpen the door to my memories, where there are a lot of interesting things in my childhood. What I remember most vividly is the first time I learned to dance, which is also the most interesting thing in my childhood.
I have loved dancing since I was a child, so my mother decided to take me to the Children's Palace to learn dance. On a hot Sunday, my mom really took me to the Children's Palace to enroll, and when I saw my classmates dancing in the dance hall, I danced along with them. 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 yet rested, and out of a shoulder press, which can be difficult for my waist, I was exhausted, just want to sit on the ground a ***, the teacher and "ordered", let us split, kick ...... "ouch! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! 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.
Look! This is one of the most memorable and funniest things from my childhood, but I still love to dance, even though it's so hard!
3. The experience of learning to dance essayPerseverance is easier said than done.
In the past, I was a lazy child, always doing things halfway, it is difficult to finish well. But from that incident, I finally understood that only persistence will lead to success.
Seeing my good friends learning to dance, I was very envious. When I went home and told my mom, she said, "Learning to dance is very tiring, you have to not be afraid of suffering.
You don't just see people performing on the stage when they look great, but don't realize that they have to work harder than others. As the saying goes 'ten minutes on stage, ten years of work off stage', can you do it?" I said easily, "No problem, I can do it."
Mom said, "That's fine! You can stick to it on the line." My first day of dance class, the dance teacher let me change into dance clothes and dance shoes, after changing, see the clothes and shoes on the body is really beautiful, imagining their own beautiful dance on the stage, can not help but turn around, and ran into the dance studio in high spirits.
Into the dance studio, did not see them dancing, but to see them bend their heads to the ground, this is how it is? The teacher said to try it! I then gently bent my head down, the waist has not bent down, fell to the ground at once. I got up from the ground with a red face.
The teacher smiled and comforted me, saying, "It's okay, just practice a few more times." I had to practice again and again, and I still fell again and again.
Finally, after the class, I went home and shut myself up in my room. Mom came over and asked me what was wrong. I burst into tears and told my mom I didn't want to learn dance anymore.
Mom said seriously no, you have to stick to it. I cried and screamed, and my mom said that if you do anything, you will not be able to do anything if you encounter a little difficulty.
Under my mom's persuasion, I went to the dance studio on time the next day. After another fall and a climb, I finally learned the first move, and slowly I persevered.
4. Sentences describing the hard work of practicing dance when writing essays1. Slowly, slowly walking through the colorful road of dance, looking back, I saw the footprints of my own step-by-step growth. Just
Full of eleven years old, but I walked through five years of Latin dance road, which is full of five years of Latin dance road full of hard work and joy.
2, but in addition to the normal Latin dance class twice a week, I have to practice hand position and head position every night in the silence of the corner. Slowly
Slowly again learned rumba, cha-cha, cowboy ..... Under my teacher's strict training, my basic skills began to improve.
3, the more down to learn the action is more difficult, especially every time to practice some of the more difficult action, once more than once pain, but I still time and time again
to adhere to, so that I came to today.
4, in order to master every action, I was trained by the teacher, scolded by my mother, since the cry, but I did not give up Latin dance
This passionate dance, just because I like it.
5. I had to rehearse almost every day, sometimes in the classroom, sometimes at home, in order to participate in the talent competition in Wuhan. In order to dance
this dance very well, I even go to sleep at night thinking about the movements of this dance.
6, five years of Latin dance road, full of laughter, full of hardships, but I am willing to continue to go on until forever.
7. Although the practice of dance is very hard, Chen Yuxi is still very fascinated, just after the pressure of the legs, she went down to the waist, and in a short while, her forehead seeped out of the fine
beads of sweat.
8, came to be pulled by Eun-hee rehearsal dance, practicing the whole morning after the two are exhausted, Eun-hee paralyzed on the ground not
willing to move: "really a long time do not practice such difficult movements, are rusty.
9. Because of her beauty and natural soft bones, her mother gave her high hopes and trained her severely in dance.
10, I still remember that period, I and a few members of the troupe every day in the head of the dance and practice songs.
11, seven years old when I was sent by my mother into a Latin dance training course, since the beginning of the Latin dance road, when I danced
when the orientation is not clear, left and right are not divided. I was like a little bear in the woods.
12, dancing is really very painful, but I have to bear down.
13, every bend, let me sweat, but I still endure.
14, Every step I took was like walking on the tip of a knife, but I couldn't help but smile when I thought about my dance journey.
15. Looking back on the long slow dance road, what a hard, but happy road.
5. Composition; stories and feelings in the process of learning to danceDance is an art, beautiful dance, giving people a beautiful, graceful, mesmerizing. Looking at the beautiful dance, I really have a few envy, so I stepped into the career of learning dance.
At first, I was glad to be gloomy. Teach us dance is a beautiful dance teacher, she taught very strict. At first, we practiced leg press. We put our legs on the handle bar and used all our strength to press our upper body towards our legs. I screamed in pain and was ready to relax, but my teacher's stern gaze shot at me and I held on. The teacher used gentle words to encourage us to hold on. I tried my best to endure the pain and gritted my teeth, silently encouraging myself. Finally, in two weeks' time, I mastered the movement of leg press. If you press your legs well, the one-horse stance is even easier. The teacher taught us difficult movements: lower back, back leg lift, high leg lift, front and back flip, boat, lying leg stand. When practicing lower back, I was always afraid of falling down. The teacher held me up and I slowly lowered myself to the waist, and I was so relieved that my hands had already grabbed my ankles. I tried to lower my waist by myself. Time and time again, I couldn't extinguish the flame of my self-confidence without success. After practicing countless times, I finally succeeded. Other basic skills, I am also practicing hard, pain, bite the root of the teeth, try to hold on, over time, will also be.
Practice dance, you need to pay an immeasurable amount of blood and sweat to water it, so that the flower of success bloomed perfectly. I stood on the stage, my heart overflowing with a never-before-seen joy, long recalled the sweet and sour in the learning dance career.
6. high school students to write the basic dance training requirements of the essay 500In the gentle music, Yang Liping gradually appeared. Her long skirt is white as snow, obediently sticking. From afar, it seems to be an unearthly peacock, noble and elegant peacock!
Look, she moved, she danced! With her soft waist, flexible fingers, and light feet, she dances out of the mysterious realm. Her big eyes, in what kind of emotion to us; her mouth, one by one, sometimes up and sometimes down; her hair bun decoration, standing alone ...... gleaming wonderful eyes in the brow which! The red moist and small mouth is telling a long story which! The gorgeous and noble hair bun, in the announcement of the beauty of the divine which!
I have to say that my own writing is rough, and I can't depict the noble beauty I saw in detail.
A peacock, looking up. She sometimes sideways slightly trembling, sometimes rapid rotation, sometimes slow move lightly, sometimes jumping and darting ......
Like a pool of water, struck by a stone, ripples, a circle and a circle ripples away. The left hand fingertips softly wriggled, a burst passed to the right hand fingertips. The long fingernails crystallized and sparkled, throbbing wonderfully. At first it was a slight little wave, then intensified and finally released at that moment. Fluctuating in soft movement. Her delicate dance steps were suddenly as fast as flowing water, slowly moving like a streaming cloud, as light as rain, and as firm as striking stone. Regardless of the dance steps, they all gave people the feeling of softness with rigidity, and rigidity with softness. I can't help but nod my head.
Behold, the long skirt flies up! A magnificent beauty! A real peacock! A painting, suddenly traced with color, will feel surprised? Rotate, step, look up, sublimate! All the emotions coalesce in the interweaving, expand in the coalescing, and finally explode in the expansion! The light of the dance enveloped the entire stage. She seemed to dance with more devotion. In the midst of the tumbling she chose to soar!
Suddenly, the music slowed down, her movements slowed down. We watched anxiously as she opened the screen and strutted. That confidence, out of trust in herself. She's stepping, and she's speeding up again! Once again she takes us into the realm of illusion and fantasy. There is only one peacock here, but there are countless people who want to be peacocks!
Also true and false, seemingly real and false. The soaring vigor is releasing lofty energy. The forgetful dancers are leaping with joy!
Gradually, slow, slow, pause, stop. Concentrated in the aperture, the peacock stopped the magnificent dance, quiet down, stood up into a noble statue, but also true to the light trembling ......
7. Write an essay Arrange a collective dance rehearsal processA minute on the stage, ten years of work off the stage.
This afternoon, our dance class rehearsed a dance of "Raise your hand to speak".
When the teacher assigned the roles, everyone wanted to be assigned a role that was eye-catching. I was assigned a very interesting role, but I didn't like it so much myself. In one look, there were five people in one ****. The other four were stepping majestically on stools, but I had to drill through Chen Jiawei's crotch. As you know, drilling other people's crotch is a very loss of face and image, but Mr. Lin has arranged to go down, I have no choice but to do so.
Jiang Li Hanzhi's role is to play a timid child. This can be difficult for her. You know, she is usually a bold girl, not afraid of anything. She didn't know what it meant to be timid. So she had to dry shiver there, not like a timid girl at all. There was an episode where Zhu Jiaying should have gone to pull Jiang Li Hanzhi to stand up and let her take the initiative to speak. But Zhu Jiaying has not finished dancing, Jiang Li Hanzhi has been waiting impatiently, can not wait to run over, we can not help but laugh. She herself was still puzzled, not knowing why everyone was laughing. Jiang Li Hanzhi is so cute!
In the dance, there was another role that required several people to lift her up. When the teacher chose the role, everyone looked at Liu Jiaxin and said her name in unison. Because she was the shortest and skinniest girl in our dance class, carrying her was like carrying two babies. It seemed that the role was hers.
There were many interesting and unforgettable things in the dance rehearsal, so everyone enjoyed the dance class
8. Essay describing the danceThe ghostly light shone on the stage, presenting a stage of Buddha's light - holy, sacred and noble.
On the stage, under the shelf of that huge Buddha's head stood a group of smiling, pavilion girls, making one's heart melt instantly into this spring-like smile. From the front, it seems that these dozens of girls stand straight in a row as if they were one person.
When the hands are lined up, they are like peacocks with their wings spreading out, beautiful and elegant; and like golden lotus flowers, pure and noble. They work extremely well together, using their own flexible body language on top of the stage, showing the audience a beautiful picture, that is, the thousand-handed Goddess of Mercy.
Buddha is holy and serene, while the vigor of youth is vigorous. These two seem to be contradictory, but Thousand Hands Kuan Yin perfectly blends the two together, so that both burst on the stage, sublimation.
Just a moment ago or elegant, quiet music in a moment of frenzy, just like a person's girls seem to be infected by this music, such as fireworks, leaping onto the stage, burst open. Hands and feet are full of youthful vigor, as if in their hearts lit a fire - the fire of life.
"Successful flowers, people only envy her now bright, but when her buds drenched in the tears of the original struggle sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice," not to mention the performance of a wonderful program is a group of deaf and mute people? In our ordinary people's eyes, the average person to complete such a difficult dance is not easy. And for them is certainly need to pay more and more efforts.
"Ten minutes on the stage, ten years of work under the stage", this short ten-minute dance in the end contains the girls how much tears and efforts? No one can tell. But just imagine, if any one of them made a small mistake, it would mean the failure of the whole show.
And they are deaf, can not hear any sound, completely by rote memorization of the ah, which can be seen, they have to pay for how much hard work! And then look at their performance: beautiful and varied, neat and standard dance posture fused in the elegant music, energetic! They are not only performing a wonderful dance, but also performing the splendor of their lives. They are not just performing a dance, they are showing their love and embrace of life! What is life? They gave me, to every audience present the best interpretation - never give up, never can.
9. Dance EssayI am a beautiful little girl, big eyes, small mouth, water snake waist, long thin legs, so good own conditions, is not exactly a good body to dance? So, I learned to dance at the age of 8, and I haven't stopped yet. Over time, I became a well-known "dance fan"!
Look, who is sweating profusely in the dance studio doing folk dance? I'm not a fan of the dance, I'm a fan of the dance! Look, I stretched out my hand, head up, tense feet on the ground inverted, one, two, three ...... Suddenly, I heard a "pop" sound, I fell down, but the strong I did not cry, but stood up to do the next inversion. Alas, who asked me to long legs, and fast, companions can not help me! Because I like to dance, every day as long as there is time, I practiced a variety of movements, after three years of library practice, now, my "soft power" is practiced quite well! I'd like to see you all take up the challenge at any time!
I'm not only good at folk dancing, but I'm also good at Latin dancing!
I learned Latin dance only half a year, then ushered in the annual examination of the license, in the examination room, my long play to the judges and teachers left a deep impression, so, only half a year of schooling I succeeded in the examination of the bronze medal. Together with the professional training I went to Qinhuangdao this summer, my level has surpassed that of my classmates who have been studying for three or four years. How's that? Awesome, isn't it? Now, I want to practice hard, for next year's "silver over gold medal" test to be fully prepared.
Dance is an indispensable part of my life, it makes me lively and cheerful, I love dance!
Half a summer vacation dance learning life has come to an end. There are laughter, there are tears.
I like dance, first grade when I gave up dance said because I do not want to change teachers, the real reason may be too tired, that may be just for their own retreat to find a reason. After that, I also want to continue to learn dance many times, but I have not been able to find the courage to learn dance before. When I see other people on the stage to show their own time, I will remember before I am on the stage that kind of good feeling.
After elementary school, I also participated in many school performances, although no longer the lead dance, but also very happy, after all, so many people inside the selected us this is a few people.
The first time I was in the school, I was in the lead, but I was happy that we were chosen out of so many people, and it took me a long time to get back to the show.
This time the specialty supermarket Mr. Zheng let us participate in the program priority, we all chose the dance, and then are the basic skills practice. I did not expect this half semester of dance learning more let me feel my love of dance, so this time I chose dance again. Practicing dance is really hard, falling over and over again, no matter how much it hurts, you have to get up again and keep practicing. Mr. Zheng's most common saying is: persistence plus hard work equals success! At this moment, I have a very deep understanding of this sentence - only insisted, but do not work hard, the level will never improve; only worked hard but do not stick to it can not.
In this way, I will never give up dancing again! No matter how much more tired and bitter, because this is my choice. I also want to thank Ms. Zheng for letting me regain that courage!
Here I also want to remind everyone, since the choice to stick with it, do not give up easily!
10. Learning to dance essay, pay attention to the process, as well as express feelings1. September 3 - the beginning of the school year! I've been promoted to middle school student! It's been more than a month since school started, and I've long since gotten used to middle school life, and a lot of interesting things have happened in less than half a semester.
The one that sticks in my mind the most is learning the recess dance. When I first learned about it, I couldn't help but be shocked - no kidding! Let girls and boys dance together, and the movement is so strange! The sky is falling, fortunately, I have not fallen, there is a pillar of heaven, I dance with the girls! Yay! The next part of the dance lesson was from new to boring.
At the beginning, the students' curiosity was very strong and fresh. The first action is to move the two feet left and right, hand and partner high five, tried, okay, do up.
The next step, as Houyi, the feeling is proud, as if he pulled open the bow, shoot the sky of the abominable sun. The third step is a mutual high-five, with the boy reaching out and inviting the girl to dance, as if he were at a ball.
The next step of the momentum that is a fierce ah! The left hand swings a little, and then the hand swings a fist, and the momentum is fierce. The process of learning to dance is full of fun.
In the process of practicing, some students because of introversion, hand to the other students' hands; some students spinning circle spinning dizzy; some to the end, but also continue to jump, the neat team out of a distinctive character to ...... In the students' practice, our team is much more neat, with the people than the art class is so poor. A little bit, after all, we are trying! After the beginning of the school year, I have the deepest impression is this incident, this incident allows us to experience the fun of junior high school life, learning recess dance let me feel fresh, interesting, as if to let me experience Houyi shoot the sun when the pride of the junior high school life! 2. I once studied Latin dance for two years, and then gave up halfway because of the fear of suffering and tiredness, but two years of pain and joy have been lingering in the depths of my memory, which is the most unforgettable is the experience of that bone-chilling beatings. I remember that it was in the summer vacation, the eve of an upcoming competition, the teacher trained more rigorous than usual, but I do not know what happened, the whole class has been distracted, a dance step are not remembered.
Soon the second class began, the teacher wanted to check the results of the last class, I will be anxious, secretly thought, finished, finished, I can not know anything ah! The music started to play, but I stood in place like a wooden man, only to urge and my partner: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, you quickly jump wow." But because I was the one who was assigned the male step by the teacher, my partner couldn't dance unless I jumped up.
I took my partner by the waist and tried to remember the routine that the teacher had taught me, but I just couldn't remember. So I had to stare at the other students, learning and dancing, so, always a beat or two slower than others, completely unable to keep up with the rhythm of the music.
Other people are moving at a brisk pace, but I'm a mess, it's funny. I peeked at the teacher, who was glaring at me, and even though the studio was air-conditioned, sweat was pouring down from my forehead.
In a short while, the teacher came to me with a ruler, and I heard a loud bang, which hurt my leg. But I did not dare to cry out, I know, if you cry, certainly another foot.
But it hurts too much, the pain of the heart, I bear ah bear, tears are still like not turned off the faucet, as well as the flow down. "You didn't listen to yourself, you still have the nerve to cry, do you have the face, you!" "Pah!" , another foot, louder than earlier, even overshadowing the music.
In the face of the teacher's angry reprimand, classmates contemptuous gaze, at that time I hated to hurry to find a crack in the ground to drill in. It was not easy to get through to the end of class, I ran home quickly with tears in my eyes, lifted his pants leg, found that the teacher hit the two hard, has been a large red swelling, but I dare not say with my parents, because this is my own fault, this is the punishment I deserve.
That a large red swelling until more than a week later only gradually subsided. A month later, probably because of the beating inspired my fighting spirit, my dance steps after honing, become skillful and exquisite, and finally was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, but also accidentally won a second prize and a third prize, when I carefully stroked the high hanging on the neck of the medal, I instantly understand, the original is really ten years of work off the stage, the stage a minute, only to eat all the pain off the stage to harvest the stage smiling face to.
Looking back at my dance road, although it is very short, despite experiencing so much unhappiness, but it makes me continue to grow, and continue to understand the philosophy of life, dance, such as a fire, the green space in my heart" I entered the high school, the pressure to learn a lot more, and feel that the time will be insufficient all of a sudden, and with three hours of dance classes on weekends is even more busy. My mom thought I was working too hard, so she asked me, "Why don't you quit the dance class and have an extra three hours a week?" I shook my head without the slightest hesitation, "No, as long as I can still hold on, I will not give up dance."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I was stunned by the firmness of my own words. I was puzzled ...... To this day, I still remember the scene when I first saw the dance. I was only four years old when my mom took me to see a dance performance.
The lights at the top of the theater went out, and it was dark all around, and I felt scared and moved a little closer to my mom. Suddenly I felt a little brighter in front of me, and when I looked up, the red curtain had been quietly drawn back, and a white column of light hit the stage, revealing the silhouette of an actor.
The music started, the dance also started.
The music is up, and the dance is up, and the movement is smooth and beautiful.
I unconsciously leaned back in the front row, forgetting my fear of the darkness, and was completely mesmerized by this art expressed in beautiful movement.
As the show ended and the actors began to take their curtain calls, my tiny little self rushed to the front of the stage with my mother's hand in mine, saying, "I want to learn this! My mom squatted down and looked at me earnestly: "It's going to take a lot of pain, and it's going to hurt."
I turned my head to look at the stage of a graceful and atmospheric curtain call figure, firmly nodded. Time slowly passes in the sweat of the swing, look back to see the footprints of their own walk through the passage, it has been more than ten years.
Over the years, learned a lot of dance: "sell papaya", "small Bu whistle", "fan dance Danqing", "Dai female", "joy", "the spirit of the finches" ...... again began to learn a new dance. This time it's aptly named, A Green Leaf.
The prop is a big fan, the fan bone is bamboo, the fan surface is soft silk, the color from the fan bone ivory cream gradually transition.