Dance is a performing art that uses the body to complete various elegant or difficult movements. It is one of the eight major arts.
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English speech script about dance 1
Do you like dancing?
One of my classmates likes dancing very much. She has been studying dance for ten years, she has studied national dance and ballet, and dance has made her an elegant girl. She had a teacher who taught her to dance because she wanted to go to college by dancing. I like dancing, too, but I like street dance. I like watching street dance shows very much, such as "this is street dance", I think street dance is very cool, can make a person very attractive, and street dance spread love and peace, which is very meaningful.
English speech about dance 2
In the summer recess between freshman and sophomore years in college, I was invited to be an instructor at a high school leadership camp hosted by a college in Michigan. I was already highly involved in most campus activities, and I jumped at the opportunity.
About an hour into the first day of camp, amid the frenzy of icebreakers and forced interactions, I first noticed the boy under the tree. He was small and skinny, and his obvious discomfort and shyness made him appear frail and fragile. Only 50 feet away, 200 eager campers were bumping bodies, playing, joking and meeting each other, but the boy under the tree seemed to want to be anywhere other than where he was. The desperate loneliness he radiated almost stopped me from approaching him, but I remembered the instructions from the senior staff to stay alert for
campers who might feel left out.
As I walked toward him I said, “Hi, my name is Kevin and I'm one of the counselors. It's nice to meet you. How are you?” < /p>
In a shaky, sheepish voice he reluctantly answered, “Okay, I guess.”
I calmly asked him if he wanted to join the activities and meet some new people. He quietly replied , "No, this is not really my thing."
I could sense that he was in a new world, that this whole experience was foreign to him. But I somehow knew it wouldn't be right to push him, either. He didn't need a pep talk, he needed a friend. After several silent moments, my first interaction with the boy under the tree was over.
At lunch the next day, I found myself leading camp songs at the top of my lungs for 200 of my new friends. The campers were eagerly participated. My gaze wandered over the mass of noise and movement and was caught by the image of the boy from under the tree, sitting alone , staring out the window. I nearly forgot the words to the song I was supposed to be leading. At my first opportunity, I tried again, with the same questions as before: “How are you doing? Are you okay?”
To which he again replied, “Yeah, I'm all right. I just don't really get into this stuff. ”
As I left the cafeteria, I too realized this was going to take more time and effort than I had thought — if it was even possible to get through to him at all.
That evening at our nightly staff meeting, I made
my concerns about him known. I explained to my fellow staff members my impression of him and asked them to pay special attention and spend time with him when they could.
The days I spend at camp each year fly by faster than any others I have known. Thus, before I knew it, mid-week had dissolved into the final night of camp and I was chaperoning the “last dance”. The students were doing all they could to savor every last moment with their new “best friends” — friends they would probably never see again.
As I watched the campers share their parting moments, I suddenly saw what would be one of the most vivid memories of my life. The boy from under the tree, who stared blankly out the kitchen window, was now a shirtless dancing wonder. He owned the dance floor as he and two girls proceeded to cut up a rug. I watched as he shared meaningful, intimate time with people at whom he couldn't even look just days earlier. I couldn't believe it was him. In October of my sophomore year, a late-night phone call pulled me away from my chemistry book. A soft-spoken, unfamiliar voice asked politely, " Is Kevin there?"
"You're talking to him. Who's this?"
"This is Tom Johnson's mom. Do you remember Tommy from leadership camp? "
The boy under the tree. How could I not remember? “Yes, I do”, I said. “He's a very nice young man. How is he?”
An abnormally long pause followed, then Mrs. Johnson said, “My Tommy was walking home from scho
ol this week when he was hit by a car and killed." Shocked, I offered my condolences.
"I just wanted to call you", she said, "because Tommy mentioned you so many times. I wanted you to know that he went back to school this fall with confidence. He made new friends. His grades went up. And he even went out on a few dates. I just wanted to thank you for making a difference for Tom. The last few months were the best few months of his life.”
In that instant, I realized how easy it is to give a bit of yourself every day. You may never know how much each gesture may mean to someone else. I tell this story as often as I can, and when I do, I urge others to look out for their own “boy under the tree.”
The one between freshman and sophomore year During the summer vacation, a university in Michigan hosted a summer camp for middle school student leaders and invited me to serve as a counselor. I agreed with and actively participated in most of the activities on campus, and I readily accepted the offer.
About an hour into the activity on the first day, I noticed that the active campers were very interested and unnaturally interacting with each other, but there was a lonely boy under the tree. He was short and thin, and he looked obviously restless and nervous. Shyness made him vulnerable. Only fifty feet away, two hundred enthusiastic campers were playing, joking, and introducing each other, and the boy under the tree seemed to want to stay where he was. The intense loneliness he exuded made it almost impossible to get close to him, but I didn't forget the tips from senior counselors: Be wary of campers who might feel left out.
I walked up to the boy and said, "Hi! My name is Kevin and I'm your counselor. Nice to meet you. How are you?"
Trembling In a timid voice, he reluctantly replied: "I think - it's okay."
I asked him calmly if he wanted to get involved in those activities and get to know some people, and he replied softly: "No, That's none of my business."
I could feel that he was facing a new environment and that this experience was completely foreign to him. I don't know why, but I don't think it's appropriate to force him to join. He doesn't need encouraging words, he needs friends. After several silences, my contact with the boy under the tree ended.
During lunch the next day, I raised my voice and led 200 new friends I had just met to sing the camp song. The campers all participated enthusiastically. My eyes wandered among this group of people, and suddenly the appearance of the "boy under the tree" caught my attention: he was sitting alone, looking out the window. I almost forgot the lyrics to the lead vocal. Whenever I get a chance, I still ask him those same words: "How are you? How are you?"
His response is still: "Well, I'm fine. I really don't want to get involved." That kind of thing.
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I left the cafeteria fully aware that reversing this situation would take more time and effort than I had imagined—even if I could get him to “lose his way completely.” "return" situation.
At a staff meeting that night, I told them my concerns about him. I explained to my colleagues the impression he had left on me and asked them to give him some consideration. Pay special attention and spend as much time with him as possible
Every year my days at camp seem to fly by faster than any other time. Before I knew it, Wednesday was already in the past, and the last night of camp came. I danced the "last dance" with the campers. The students were trying their best to savor every last moment with their new "best friends"—— They may never see each other again.
As the campers spent this unforgettable parting moment, I suddenly witnessed the scene that I remember most clearly in my life: the man who had passed through. The boy staring blankly out of the kitchen window turned into a shirtless dancing prodigy. He was swinging with two girls, dancing around on the dance floor. I watched him enjoy this with everyone. It was an intimate and meaningful moment, but just a few days ago, he didn't even look at them. I couldn't believe it.
In October of my sophomore year, A phone call late at night made me put down my chemistry textbook, and a soft but unfamiliar voice asked politely:
"Is Kevin here?"
"I am, you are. Who?"
"I am Tom Johnson's mother, do you remember that Tommy who went to summer camp?"
How could I not remember the boy under the tree? What?
"I remember. "I said, "He's a very nice young man. How is he doing now?"
After a long and unusual silence, Mrs. Johnson said again: "When Tommy came home from school this week, A car hit him and he died. "I was shocked and offered her my condolences.
"I called you," she said, "just because Tommy talked about you so many times. I want you to know that he went back to school this fall with confidence, made new friends, improved his academic performance, and even went out on a few dates. I just want to express my gratitude because you changed him. These last few months were the best years of his life. ”
At that moment, I realized that it is easy for you to give a little bit every day. You may never know how much your actions affect others. I often tell this story, Whenever I talk about it, I always urge others to pay attention to their own "boy under the tree."
English speech about dance 3
I believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart, the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind . So I dance daily.
The seldom-used dining room of my house is now an often-used ballroom — an open space with a hardwood floor, stereo, and a disco ball. The CD-changer has six discs at the ready: waltz, swing, country, rock-and-roll, salsa, and tango.
Each morning when I walk through the house on the way to make coffee, I turn on the music , hit the "shuffle" button, and it's Dance Time! I dance alone to whatever is playing. It's a form of existential aerobics, a moving meditation.
Tango is a recent enthusiasm. It's a complex and difficult dance, so I'm up to three lessons a week, three nights out dancing, and I'm off to Buenos Aires for three months of immersion in tango culture.
The first time I went tango dancing I was too intimidated to get out on the floor. I remembered another time I had stayed on the sidelines, when the dancing began after a village wedding on the Greek island of Crete. The fancy footwork confused me. "Don't make a fool of yourself," I thought. "Just watch."
Reading my mind, an older woman dropped out of the dance, sat down beside me, and said, "If you join the dancing, you will feel foolish . If you do not, you will also feel foolish. So, why not dance?"
And, she said she had a secret for me. She whispered, "If you do not dance, we will know
you are a fool. But if you dance, we will think well of you for trying."
Recalling her wise words, I took up the challenge of tango.
A friend asked me if my tango-mania wasn't a little ambitious. "Tango? At your age? You must be out of your mind!"
On the contrary: It's a deeply pondered decision. My passion for tango disguises a fearfulness. I fear the shrinking of life that goes with aging. I fear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances. I fear the dying that goes on inside you when you leave the game of life to wait in the final checkout line.
I seek the sharp, scary pleasure that comes from beginning something new — that calls on all my resources and challenges my mind, my body, and my spirit, all at once.
My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn't another dance left in me.
So, when people say, "Tango? At your age? Have lost your mind?" I answer, "No, and I don't intend to."
Robert Fulghum has written seven bestsellers including "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten." A native of Waco, Texas, he was a Unitarian minister for 22 years and taught painting and philosophy. Fulghum lives in Seattle and Crete.
Independently produced for NPR by Jay Allison and Dan Gediman with John Gregory and Viki Merrick. Photo by Miro Svolik.
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It is my nature to dance to my heartbeat, my pulse, and the music in my heart. So I dance every day.
The little-used dining room in my house is now often used as a "ballroom"—a disco with hardwood floors and a stereo rig. I have 6 discs ready in my changer box: waltz, swing, country, rock, salsa and tango.
Every morning on the way to make coffee, I turn on the music and hit the "random" button. It’s time to dance! No matter what song is playing, I will dance alone to the music. It’s an existential aerobic exercise, a meditation in motion.
Tango is very popular recently. This is a very complicated and difficult dance, so I have to take classes three times a week and spend three nights dancing. I also plan to go to Buenos Aires for three months to be immersed in tango culture. .
The first time I went to tango dance class, I was so scared that I couldn’t even get on the floor. I still remember that once, on the Greek island of Crete, after a country wedding, the dance started, but I stayed nearby and did not dare to dance. That superb footwork dazzled me. "Don't do anything stupid," I thought, "just watch."
A woman older than me saw what I was thinking. She walked out of the dance floor and sat down with me. The side said, "If you join this dance, you will feel stupid. If you don't join, you will also feel stupid. In this case, why not dance?"
Then, she said she wanted to tell I have a secret. She whispered, "If you don't jump, we'll know you're a fool. But if you do, we'll think you're awesome for trying."
After listening to this Well, I accepted the tango challenge.
A friend asked me if my taste for tango was a little too wild. "Tango? At your age? You must be out of your mind!"
Quite the opposite: this was a decision I made after careful consideration. My passion for tango masked a fear. I fear that life will shorten as I age. I'm afraid of the boredom that comes from not learning anymore and not taking risks anymore. I fear the death that occurs within you as you withdraw from the game of life and await Armageddon.
I pursue the sharp, slightly frightening joy that comes with something new—one that requires all of my being and challenges my mind, body, and courage all at once.
My current goal is: to dance all the dances I can, and then, on a sweet night, after dancing the last elegant tango, sit down with satisfaction and leave the world—— Because there’s not a dance inside me that I haven’t danced.
So when people say, "Tango? At your age? Are you not mentally healthy?" I say, "No, I don't want to be abnormal.
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English speech about dance 4
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round Trojan horse
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Or listened to the sound of rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
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Have you ever chased an erratic butterfly
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
Or watched the sunset disappear into the horizon?
You better slow down,
Slow down your dance steps
Don't dance so fast.
Don't be in a hurry
Time is short,
Life is short
The music won't last.
The music won't last forever
Do you run through each day on the fly
Do you run through each day on the fly
When you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When you greet someone, do you really care about their answer?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
Every night when you go to bed
p>With the next hundred chores running through your head?
Are you still talking about countless chores in your head?
You'd better slow down
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Slow down your dance steps
Don't dance so fast
Don't rush
Time is short
Life is short
The music won't last
The music won't last forever
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow.
Have you told the children that we can put things off until tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
And because of your haste , but didn't notice his sadness?
Ever lost touch, and let a good friendship die'Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
Precious friend Also because you were too busy to greet each other and lost contact,
You'd better slow down.
Slow down your dance steps
Don't dance so fast
Don't be in a hurry
Time is short
Life is short
The music won't last... < /p>
Music doesn’t play forever.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
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You will miss half of the fun of the journey.
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift ... Thrown away...
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift... Thrown away...
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift... Thrown away...
Before it has been taken apart... it has been discarded...
Life is not a race.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Slow down your pace,
Hear the music Before the song is over.
Before the music is over. Before it ends, listen to the notes along the way.
English speech about dance 5
My dream is to become a dancer, one day, I will stand in the center of the stage, in the colorful lights, listening to beautiful music, dance the dance of the swans. My dream and a big dance room, teach children beautiful dance.
Every time I dance class time, carefully listening to every word the teacher, to see the teacher put every movement and dance. After returning home, I am not afraid of tired, not afraid of hardship, and practice again and again, just for my dance more beautiful, to make my movements more standard, make me dance full of soul, like a puppet with life. I am not proud, I will refine on, make me become a good dancer.
I hope that one day, my dream will come true.
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