Here's one: Years ago I loved poetry and dance. These two seeds have always been in my veins - taking root, sprouting, and blossoming. I am still afraid to say "fruit", because these two seeds grow stubbornly on the barren land, and gradually grow into two small low trees. They are not lush, the flowers are shallow and small, and the occasional fruit is also astringent. But I always said to myself, "It's good to be alive, and there's hope when you're alive."
In my life, I have always thought that poetry and dance are siblings connected by blood, and they are born together, heart to heart, enriching my life and dispersing my inner confusion and bewilderment.
Poetry is the art of words, which is first created by the brain, imagination, and then by the fingers crackling and hitting a character. These characters are like musical notes flying out from the fingertips, ethereal and ethereal. Therefore, I love to call poetry "the dance on the fingertips." Dance is a physical art, a wonderful body language, which can give people a perfect and harmonious visual experience, just like savoring the beauty of poetry. Therefore, I love to call it "walking poetry".
One, the germ
The initial love of dance originated from a childhood friend. She wore a floral dress and came from the city to the countryside for a vacation. In our closed countryside, her arrival was like a visitor from the sky, stirring up waves in my heart.
We were about the same age and became good friends. Many nights that summer, we sang and danced under the gardenia tree. She taught me to dance "Wahaha", "Golden Sun", "dolls and bears dancing" ...... "The golden sun puts on its light, beautiful birds fly gently. We dance and sing under the sun, our joyful hearts toward the party ......" Her agile figure jumps under the flower trees, really like an angel. At that time, I realized the beauty of dancing, but we just dance as a fun game, learning to perform like an actor around, dancing and singing, from the front of the village string to the back of the village, one after another, happy. I didn't know these were children's songs, let alone children's dances, but I just liked them. And this kind of favorite actually took root in the heart.
Second, breakdancing era
Clouds and fog, lights flashing. In the light-hearted rock music, Michael Jackson, the king of American pop music, stepped out on the space step. His body was as light as dust, floating like an immortal. His dynamic beats drove the pulse of the world.
On June 26, Michael Jackson, a peculiar character, suddenly died of a heart attack. His departure was another sensation, and hundreds of millions of fans were heartbroken by the loss of a musical genius, as well as the loss of an avant-garde, stylish dance prodigy.
Appreciating Jackson's dashing, dynamic breakdancing, my mind went back to the late 1980s, the era when breakdancing was all the rage.
With the rhythmic rock music playing, a simple street in an American ghetto appeared on the TV, and a young black man with a red ribbon wrapped around his head twirled his waist under the neon lights. He is light on his feet, floating as if he were walking in space, and his movements are innovative, volatile and varied. As the tempo picks up, he suddenly turns upside down and spins with his head on the ground, faster and faster. At this time from the side of the trash can drilled out a black child wearing wide clothes, doing the same action ......
One summer in the late eighties, my brother and I accidentally saw this American movie called "breakdancing", which has a unique charm that makes my brother crazy about it. At that time, my brother and I were both studying for teacher training and were immune to everything that was popular, and breakdancing opened up a new and strange world for us, and our lives were wonderful because of it.
Because I was a girl, I had a girl's reserve, so I could only secretly learn a few moves. My brother, on the other hand, went completely off the deep end. He did everything he could to buy everything: bat shirts, lantern pants, breakdancing shoes, black breakdancing gloves, and books about breakdancing. Whenever he had time, he started to scratch his head. When he eats, he stops his chopsticks and stares blankly, then forgets to hold them and dances with them, each joint like a cramp. He never walked properly. Sliding in a space step, pumping his machine-like arms, shaking his head and suddenly sitting down with a splat, then slowly pulling the virtual rope to get up. Then it's back to wiping virtual glass, pressing hands gently down on virtual glass without moving, body sliding gently to the left or right. On the bed, you learn to crawl like a bug, your body slowly wriggling forward from head to toe ......
I also couldn't resist the temptation to sneak my brother's breakdancing book to school, and learned a few moves in the dormitory as well. Space step, mechanical step, moon step, wipe the glass, pull the rope and so on. I remember that in order to dance the moon step, I will save up all the money out, specifically to buy a pair of breakdancing shoes.
To this day, I still love dancing, disco, street dance, ballroom dance, folk dance, modern dance, and so on. Although I have not formally learned it, I like to appreciate it and try it. As long as the music plays, I have a kind of jumping ****. I feel that dancing can make me forget everything, even the superficial prosperity and sorrow in life. This is all due to the once popular breakdancing.
Drayton said, "Dance is the poetry of feet." Today, I don't use my feet to write poetry, I only use my mind to dance in remembrance of the lost era of breakdancing.
Three, ballroom dancing contest
In 1992, I was assigned to work in an enterprise. At that time, ballroom dancing was popular, and every unit had a dance party on weekends. I was like a bird of pre-feathered feathers, flying from this dance floor to that dance floor, and soon learned the waltz, rumba, cha-cha-cha and so on. It was a happy memory.
In 1994, the company held its first ballroom dance competition, and the mine was a vibrant place. My partner (and now my husband) and I also participated in the competition on behalf of the unit. The day of the competition was crowded and lively. Dancing masters gathered here, ready to show off their skills. Dozens of units to participate in the competition have selected the elite, ready to win. Several pairs of players reported by the supply side of the dance is a modern dance - "waltz" and "slow four", they have been carefully prepared, specially ordered stage costumes. The men wore a black tuxedo with a red bow tie on their chests, rich in the style of an English gentleman. The woman wore her hair up, a gold pin stuck diagonally in her head, and a long grass-green lace dress with ribbons fluttering between her arms, like an elegant watercolor. The dances we signed up for were Latin dances - the Cha Cha and the Rumba. We didn't prepare stage costumes and didn't rehearse every day like they did because there were dozens of pairs of inquiring eyes waiting for us in the classroom, so there was no room for delay. That day I wore light colored makeup, a yellow leotard on top and a short white skirt underneath. My dance partner was dressed in a white shirt with a black bow tie on his chest, and a pair of black suit pants underneath, looking in high spirits.
First up was the modern dance competition. The contestants danced to the music with their skirts flying, which was an eye-opening experience. Then came the Latin dance competition. When the referee read out "the education center team into the field", we stretch arms, hands holding each other into the dance floor. As the passionate cha-cha-cha dance started, we stepped on the beat of the music and flexibly twisted our hips and danced with our arms and shoulders. Immediately after a steep change in style, the soft rumba music played, the action from intense to soothing ......
This is my first stage career, although only won the third prize, but it gave me confidence and courage.
Four, the taste of foreign festivals
Christmas is approaching, suddenly received a friend's invitation, it was an invitation to participate in the forum's Christmas gala, and asked me to perform a program.
What a tempting word! I agreed without thinking. I've never been to a Christmas party before, so I'm going to go crazy today.
What kind of show? I'm not going to be able to do that. I can't even hit a high note with this sandy voice, can I sing? I don't know, let's dance. I have not been to a dance hall for years. I haven't been in a ballroom in years, and some of the steps have been blurred, but I vaguely remember that Indian dance thing, what was it called? Oh yes, samba, let's dance this.
So, I borrowed a disk of samba from everywhere, and managed to borrow a disk from a dance teacher, which was like a treasure. Next, I used the rest time to start choreographing the movements, from the dance song through the door to the end of the styling, every beat of the movement has been designed, and detailed in a notebook, in case I forget.
After practicing for two days, I always felt that it was too monotonous for me to dance alone, and it would be great to have a partner. In fact, I have an old partner beside me. But he is now addicted to mahjong and scoffs at dancing, thinking it is a childish game for young kids. Forget it, I'd better not look for him, lest I get a lecture.
Seeing that Christmas is getting closer and closer, but the program is really unsatisfactory. I had no choice but to brazenly say to him, "There's a carnival party at Christmas, are you going?" He was a little surprised to hear that it was a rave party. "Carnival? Where organized?" "The forum organizes it, and there's a TV reporter videotaping it." "It's so far away, forget it, I have a lot of things to do." "Well, you go with me, okay?" I started to pout, "I've already promised someone else that I'll perform a show, so let's go together, okay?" "No, I don't have time." He flatly refused, and I was half cold inside. Later, under my soft and hard, he finally agreed.
The next day, I began to re-choreograph the movements of the duet samba. In a few days of intense time, from choreographing to practicing to familiarizing myself with it, it was just a bit hard enough. At least we were old partners who worked well together, and the program was rehearsed to our satisfaction before Christmas.
The afternoon of the Christmas party, I asked a friend to drive us to the city for the party. After traveling for more than an hour, we finally arrived at the designated party site. There was a huge crowd of people there, and the party was still in the process of being organized. After we were seated, the receptionist gave us souvenirs. A 200 RMB beauty coupon, a book "Into Zhongxiang" (edited by Mr. Cai Zhangtian, Vice Minister of Publicity Department of Zhongxiang City), and a Christmas hat. We happily put on our hats and started watching the show. The first one to appear was the male host Mr. A Le, whose humorous crosstalk and adaptive talent won us all a warm applause, and then we enjoyed a lot of colorful programs. In the midst of laughter and songs, we also took the stage. The 4-minute-long dance song exhausted us and left us panting. Especially he, who had put on weight, danced and sweated profusely. Luckily, the dance finished smoothly, and the stone in our hearts finally fell to the ground.
The party lasted until 11pm, when we drove back. Then we had a snack, washed up, and laid down for a short time before dawn broke.
If you ask me what it's like to be a part of this festival, I'll answer without hesitation: crazy. I would answer without hesitation: the taste of madness.
Five, learn to dance Dai
Years ago, I saw Yang Liping's dance "Spirit of the Sparrow" at the Spring Festival Gala. She was wearing a pure white halter dress, skirt embellished with many peacock plume pattern. Flexible fingers bloomed on the branches, like a proud peacock strolling on the forest path with its head held high. Arms like snakes wandering, soft, dexterous, like waves surging ...... its pure and soft dance left a deep impression on us.
At that time, I also just took a look at it, and did not know what kind of dance she was dancing. It was only later that I learned that she is a Yunnan, famous for dancing the Peacock Dance, known as the "God of Dance",
is a real "dance poet". Her dance gives people a transcendent, ethereal, indifferent and lyrical impression, unearthly and so close to life.
Time has passed for many years, and I have never wished that I could dance a folk dance. But this Christmas, at the invitation of a friend, I went to the forum's Christmas party again, and actually made a bold decision to learn to dance a Dai dance to perform.
It was intended to be a Latin dance, but the idea was canceled because I couldn't find a suitable dance song. Later, I accidentally saw a Dai dance on a CD-ROM, and the soft face of the Dai girl, the delicate "three bends", and the sculpture of the Virgin Mary-like shape brought me into the realm of poetry. So I decided to challenge myself to learn to dance the Dai dance to attend the party.
Because the Dai dance on the CD is a group dance, many movements are done by five Dai girls, while I can only be a solo dance, which undoubtedly adds to my difficulty.
I had to familiarize myself with the music, choreograph the movements according to the rhythm, and write down the names of each movement in my book, then train them in order. After revising and practicing over and over again, I finally knew the whole dance by heart.
The day of the rehearsal, I was extremely nervous. Because I was practicing alone in my bedroom with no one to refer to, I didn't even know what I was doing. In front of all eyes, especially under the stern gaze of several directors, I felt weak. While doing a slow motion, I felt my legs go weak and almost collapsed on the floor. Especially my face muscles were twitching so much because of the tension that I wanted to smile, but I couldn't, and it was so hard to feel that way. The only good thing is that on the day of the performance, I was so relaxed that I was able to do the whole dance in one go.
After the performance, I found a bruise on my right knee, which, upon closer examination, turned out to be a mark from the last pose of the training.
Churchill once said: "If you want to try the taste of the brave, you must be like a real brave, to give up all the power to action, then your fear will be replaced by the courage and boldness." Yes, in life, we have to be brave to try, only continue to try, in order to experience a new taste.
Dance is walking poetry. Yang Liping's life is a typical representative, and I think Bing Xin, the old man, also thinks so. Please see her in the "Dance Watch" in the description of the Indian dance: "She used her long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, fingers, waist, with her bun on the flowers, waist pleated skirt, with her fine dance steps, complicated ringing bell, light cloud like slow movement, whirlwind like a whirlwind, dancing out of the verse of the separation of sadness and happiness."