The curtain was slowly drawn.
Suddenly, the music started, immediately rendering the whole stage atmosphere. The dancers led by Tai Lihua came out. It was really a flash of Buddha's light! They lined up in a vertical row, lifted up their heads, lifted up their chests, and lit up their beautiful faces and the eyes and eyebrows that can speak millions of languages.
They stood short.
The melodious flute blew and the loud drums beat, illuminating a divine light. It was golden, warm and beautiful, and they began to dance.
The leading dancer used her long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, fingers, waist, headdress, waist bells, as well as her delicate and charming dance steps, moving slowly like a light cloud, spinning like a whirlwind, dancing out the sadness and joy in her heart. Voila! A thousand variations, changes, gestures, really like the clouds in the sky, signaling the change of weather. At one time the sky is covered; at another time the sky is beautifully decorated. Look at them suddenly put their hands in front of their chests; suddenly gently pointing their foreheads and stroking their arms; suddenly lined up in a row; suddenly divided into three columns. Like little friends playing hide-and-seek, we can't hide from them. In the ecstasy of dance, they forget the audience and themselves. They just perform and change their movements to tell the moving poetic story of "Thousand Hands of Goddess of Mercy".
In an instant, a group of male actors like Buddha came out from a golden Buddhist door in a rush, as if they were birds released from a birdcage and couldn't wait. Perhaps they wanted to let everyone know that they were also highly skilled, no worse than the "Goddess of Mercy. When I saw this, I couldn't help but let out a big hungry smile, exuberant. I thought: I will work hard towards my goal, as much as possible. A soft squirming, from the fingertips of the right hand, all the way to the fingertips of the left hand. One moment a person, a moment three people, a moment five people ...... a moment and then all overlap into one. Weird, right? I really don't know how to describe it.
There are no good humorists here, no melodramatic contrived scripted lines here, no mouth-watering high kickbacks. It's not like a virtual show, everything is real. Make you forget where you are? Let you forget who you are? And you forget that there are 22 deaf and mute people on stage. The pure beauty of human nature, the resilience of human nature, the love of human nature, it is unbelievable!
2. practice square dance fresh essay 300 wordsNational Day Golden Week, the school seven days off, I can be happy. These days, I go to the small square every day to learn to dance square dance.
Whenever the night falls, the small square is brightly lit and resounds with beautiful music, and the floor tiles here are flat. There are many old people, young people and small children. They gather here to dance square dance seriously. They danced beautifully and moved skillfully with a sense of rhythm. At this time, my mom and I could not help but join their ranks.
As the saying goes: it looks easy to do it is difficult. At the beginning, I took care of the hands can not take care of the feet, take care of the feet can not take care of the hands, look dazzled, hands and feet. But I was not discouraged, especially when I heard people say: "Look at this kid dancing quite well! Children learn things quickly!" I have more energy in my heart.
I've learned a lot in the past few days. In the past few days, I learned several kinds of square dance, I am really happy! Mom told me: dancing square dance can exercise and strengthen the coordination of the body.
Now, there are more people dancing and fewer big names; the times have progressed and people's quality of life has improved. Square dancing, really good! Rush tomorrow, I also let my mom go to learn to learn and move around.
3. 300 words about the detailed description of the compositionSpeaking of winter, suddenly thought of tofu. It is a "small pot" (aluminum pot) white boiled tofu, steaming hot. The water is rolling, like
A number of fish eyes, a small piece of small pieces of tofu raised in it, tender and slippery, as if the reverse white fox coat. The pot was on the "foreign stove"
(kerosene gas stove), and the stove was smoked black and black, the more the white of the tofu.
It was night, and the house was old, and even though the lamps were lit, it was still dark. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. "The stove was so high that my father had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, look into his eyes, and reach into his chopsticks to pick up the tofu and put it on our soy sauce plates. We sometimes did it ourselves, but the stove was too high, and we always sat back and enjoyed it more. This
wasn't a meal, it was just fun. My father said it was cold at night, so we ate it to keep everyone warm.
We all love this kind of white-water tofu; as soon as we get to the
table, we look at the pot with bated breath, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.
Another winter, I remember the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar, I sat on a boat in the West Lake with Mr. S. P. Mr. S. had just arrived in Hangzhou
to teach, and he wrote to me beforehand to say, "We're going to swim in the West Lake, no matter if it's winter." That night, the moon was so beautiful that it still shines on me. The night before was a "moon day"; maybe there is something special about the moon in November. It was after nine o'clock, and we seemed to be the only rowers on the lake. There was a bit of wind, and the moonlight shone on the soft water; the reflections were like freshly calendared silver
subjects. The mountains on the lake are only a pale shadow. There are occasionally one or two star lights at the bottom of the mountain, and Mr. S said in two lines: "The star lights
recognize the fisherman's village, and the light ink lightly describes the distant dai trace." We don't talk much, only the even sound of the oars. I gradually fell asleep.P Jun
"Hey" a bit, only to raise his eyelids, saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple; it was Amitabha's birthday, and it was quite busy there.
The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple, and it was quite busy there. When I arrived at the temple, the lights and candles on the temple were brilliant, filled with the sound of the Buddha's wife chanting, as if I had woken up a dream.
More than ten years ago, S. still often through the letter, P. heard that the transformation of several times, the year before last was in a special tax bureau to collect special tax
, and then there is no news.
A winter in Taizhou, a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain town, in a big valley, so to speak. There is only one two
mile long street. The other road is simply not very visible during the day; the night is pitch black. Occasionally, there is a little light coming out of the windows of people's houses,
and there are torches carried by the walkers; but that is very rare. We live at the foot of a mountain. The sound of the wind in the pine forests on the mountain and the shadow of a bird in the sky
were all that was heard. We were there at the end of the summer, and left at the beginning of the spring, as if we were always in the middle of winter; but even in the real winter it was
not cold. We lived upstairs, and our study was on the main street; and we could hear people talking on the road very distinctly.
We were passers-by, except for going to school, we often just sat at home. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for you," he said.
It's always winter outside, but it's always spring at home. Once I went to the street, came back, downstairs kitchen window open, side by side
next to their mother and son of three; three faces are with an innocent smile to me.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we. At that time, it was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of the house, full of self-consciousness.
Now she died almost
four years ago, but I still remember her smile shadow.
No matter how cold, windy or snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
4. imitation back essay 300 words to write your ownIn a sea of people, only his back impressed me, and in the light of the setting sun, it emitted light, so dazzling and brilliant. He is an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, his family of four people. There is an elderly mother, disabled wife and a positive in the kindergarten child, he is the only family to support the backbone, all the hopes are pinned on his body. After all, he is a man, in order to support the family, he worked as a rag collector. As usual, people were going to work early in the morning and the neighborhood was quiet. There were no children playing, no birds singing, I was enjoying the quiet time, a piercing sound into my ears, "collect rags, who has rags," then I woke up from a beautiful dream. I grumbled as I got up, my mood was gray and terrible. It wasn't long before there was a heated argument downstairs, and curiosity prompted me to go down to see what the commotion was all about. I squeezed my way through the crowd and saw the rag collector arguing with a family. I carefully looked at the rag collector. He was in his early 40s, his hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time, like a chicken nest, his face had a few scars, it should have been taught a lesson, thick lips were thick mustache wrapped in the inside, it looked quite scary. Clothes are also tattered, patches everywhere, I do not dare to look down, then I thought: this person really no quality. I learned from their quarrel, the original is that the family thought it was he stole, and he denied it, but he was still powerless, and finally gave his hard-earned money to the family. A short while later, he walked out of the crowd with his head down, riding his broken tricycle away. I looked at his back and kept cursing him. He was old enough to learn how to be a thief, so he should be punished. After a few days, the rag collector came again, I thought: you are a street rat - everyone shouted, how can you still have the courage to come. But this time I was very wrong. He not only found the family's lost things, clarified his innocence, but also for the family to fix the broken machine. He got his money back. He left with his tricycle. Looking at his back, I was silent, his radiant back gradually left, my face in the sunset more red .
5. 求 Character action detail description 300 wordsThe heart is quite unsettled these days. Tonight in the yard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered the day to day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon, there should be another look it. The moon is gradually rising, outside the wall of the road children's laughter, can not be heard; wife in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my overshirt and took the door with me and went out.
Along the lotus pond is a winding little coal-chip road. This is a secluded road; few people walk in the daytime, and the night is even lonelier. On the side of the road were some willows and some trees whose names were unknown. On nights when there is no moonlight, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is a good night, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seemed to be mine; and it was as if I had gone beyond my usual self into another world. I love to be lively and calm, to live in a group and to be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of anything, I can think of nothing, and I feel free. The things I must do and say in the daytime can now be ignored. This is the wonderful thing about being alone; I'm just going to enjoy the boundless fragrance of the lotus and the color of the moon.
Above the curved lotus pond, there are fields of leaves. The leaves are very high out of the water, like the *** skirt of the pavilion. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. Breeze, send a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, suddenly spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color, while the leaves but more see the style.
The moonlight is like running water, quietly cascading over the leaves and flowers. Thin green mist floats up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream enveloped in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light cloud in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do--a sound sleep is indispensable, but a nap is also very flavorful. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as craggy as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond is not uniform, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling.
The four sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surround the pond; only on the side of the path, there are a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees, there are one or two spots of street light, not lively, is the eye of the thirsty sleeper. At this time the most lively, to be counted in the trees of the cicadas and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the picking of the lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed since a long time ago, and was prevalent during the Six Dynasties; it can be roughly known from the poems. The lotus picker is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go. It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and there were also people who watched the picking. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di, "picking lotus fugue" said well:
So the demon children, women, swinging boat heart Xu: prow Xu head back, and pass the feather cup; Anchorage will move and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and Ping open. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
You can see the light of the play at that time.
This is a really interesting thing, but it is a pity that we have not been able to enjoy it now.
Then I remembered the lines in the "West Island Song":
The lotus is in the fall of Nantang, the lotus is over the head of the people; the head is down to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is clear as water.
Tonight, if there is a lotus picker, the lotus here is also counted as "over the head"; just do not see some of the shadow of the water, is not. This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end. --Thinking so, looked up sharply, do not realize that it is already in front of their own door; gently pushed the door to go in, no sound, his wife has been asleep for a long time.
6. Describe the action of the characters, the details of the fragment (300 words or so)A person who makes me unforgettable
In my treasure trove of memories are hidden in a lot of different people, there are people who make me happy, aggrieved, sad ...... and today I want to tell about a person who makes me the most unforgettable.
In my short elementary school career, I have met a variety of people, there are inevitably some people in my memory river flow their footprints.
It was a cloudy morning when I rode my new bicycle to school. When I arrived at the school, I rushed towards my class ......
It was not easy to get out of class, so I quickly ran towards the parking place. At that moment, I realized that my keys were missing, and at that moment, a cold sweat broke out on my head. Immediately, I ran back to school and started looking for my keys. I turned around the school, hoping to find my keys quickly. However, after about half an hour, there was no one in the school, so I had to walk towards the place where I parked my bike in disappointment ......
I was staring at my bike, thinking what should I do? It was at this point that I saw a middle-aged woman in plain clothes walking towards me. I couldn't figure out at that moment why someone I didn't know would be walking towards me at that moment. Could it be that she had seen my keys. While I was puzzled, the person had already come to me. She said to me, "Little brother, are you looking for a key? I, today, saw that you didn't lock your bike, afraid that it would be stolen by thieves, helped you lock your bike, here." Just after saying that she gave me the key. I immediately thanked her. Rode the bike home.
On the way home, I kept thinking: How nice it would be if there were more such helpful people in this world!
7. How to write an essay on the distance between yourself and your role model1. Role models must be real and credible. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good example of what it means to be a good person. Classroom teachers in the publicity of the deeds of the role model, can not be artificially exaggerated, elevated, to provide some of the unappetizing, no seven feelings and six desires of the "high", "big", "full" style of the character image. Character image, to objectively and comprehensively show all of its growth process, to faithfully reflect its really noble ideological character. Only in this way can we objectively set up a convincing role model for middle school students and not make them feel unattainable. 2. To help secondary school students to shorten the role distance. The classroom teacher should be good at finding the link between the role model and the communication point of the middle school students. The teacher should guide the students to learn the fundamental spirit of the role model instead of imitating his/her words and deeds in a formal way, and link the learning of the role model with the daily life of the students and turn it into practical actions. In addition, in order to shorten the psychological distance between students and role models, it is necessary to find role models around students as much as possible. Learning from role models is a matter of inspiration and should not be enforced by administrative means. 3. Role models should be encouraged to become a force for self-discipline among secondary school students. Role models can not just as a kind of overriding, external power to regulate people, constraints, role models are also living in real life conditions of living people, can not be artificially isolated from the role models and students. Therefore, when learning from role models, we should focus on transforming role models from a kind of other disciplinary power into the power of self-discipline of secondary school students, from the external binding force into internal motivation. To this end, on the one hand, the class teacher should be good at stirring up the admiration of the students to the role model, only to make them in the deepest part of the heart of the role model of the study of the feelings of wonder, love and admiration, in order to make the external study of the role model into the role model in the minds of the students; on the other hand, the class teacher should always organize the discussion of the students, through the discussion, discussion and evaluation, in order to help the students to profoundly grasp the thoughts and words of the role model and its social significance and value, in order to deepen their understanding of the role model's thoughts and words. On the other hand, the class teacher should always organize discussions with the students in order to help them y grasp the thoughts, words and deeds of the role models and their social significance and value through discussions and evaluations.