After watching the dance drama "Soul of the Grassland

Last Thursday, the teacher was going to show us "Death of a Swan", but because of the computer's CD-ROM drive is broken, did not as desired. But because this dance is really very famous, so, I still watched it in private, very feeling dance, so I was ready to write her afterthought. Many people, when mentioning the Death of the Swan, think it is part of Swan Lake, but it is not . The first time this dance appeared was at a one-day gala in 1907, when Anna Pavlova was invited to perform it as a duet with her partner in Act II of Swan Lake. However, due to the temporary absence of her male partner, the young choreographer Fukin improvised a dance called "Death of the Swan" for her. The music was composed by Morimasu. In fact, the choreographer Fukin later recalled that he was obsessed with a work called Carnival of the Animals by Sheng Sang, in which there was a section called The Swan, so in order to hurry up for the performance, Fukin choreographed The Swan for Pavlova, and Pavlova was trying out the movements, making changes as she went along, and such a great work was hastily formed in a matter of minutes. Her arms, including her toes, turned into what would later become a worldwide repertoire. Of course, the show was quite difficult because the actor was on her toes the whole time from the moment she came out, and Fukin called the dance a symbol of the struggle of all things to survive, the struggle for survival. The beginning of the dance is the sound of a long cello, and an indifferent sentiment slowly rises in the heart. As if in a distant place, there is a barren village, there is a big white bird, flying to this place, exhausted, she tried her best to fly to the sun again, blue sky, white feathers. The sky beckons, life cries out, the white bird spins as if a glimmer of hope has appeared, but all that comes in return is the embrace of death. Her pride her self-respect her smile crumbles in an instant, she is not there tomorrow, she is not able to walk with the world. No more memories of the past, no more tomorrows for her, no more dreams to hope for. Tears wash her face, leaving behind the last of her pride. Feathers sanctify her body, accompanied by the last of her self-respect. The death of the swan. Destined to leave with a smile. For she is the ---- swan. So even if it is death, she will also dance this life in the most light and with a little regret, the dance of life. Mournful music, will follow its mournful listen down; exciting music, will follow that exciting banish thoughts ...... which really some what, seem to understand not understand. The cello's timbre is melodious, the tone of the strings contains emotion, melody moving. Especially encompassing the human nature and nature, the dancer's dance art makes people moved, accompanied by the music body rotating out of the beautiful curve. Let my heart slowly fall silent.... So I realized that dance is the most profound knowledge, only to find a soulmate, but it is a pity that it is difficult to find a soulmate. Ancient Bo Ya a song of high mountains and flowing water, the strings move like a vein of turquoise river water, dashing as the wind, fingertips gently play, flowing out of the sentiment I do not know how many talented people pouring beauty. But his heart, no one understands, his love, no one has. Only Ziqi, his appearance is a ray of light, illuminating the world of Boya. Life is as lonely as snow, there is no soulmate, what kind of unspeakable loneliness ah. This pulsating music is not also the dance of the soulmate, because of his existence, so can show more moving beauty. I hate that I'm not one of them, I don't understand her, I don't understand her calmly to death, I don't understand her, I don't understand her elegance and passion. But because I do not understand, so add a hazy, this hazy dance, in my world, more and more gorgeous beauty ...... remember, Gao Xiaosong said a sentence, "you choose the music that moves me, but what moves me is not what you sang, but my own memory. " The fragments of memory, the ashes of time, let me wake up here, open the pale mood with words, let the bright sunshine bask in the pain. When the music plays, let me fall into the memories, unwilling to wake up . The death of the swan" is as if for Pavlova custom-made general, the early life of the hard Pavlova at the age of 10 into the St. Petersburg Dance School, after nine years of hard training into the Mariinsky Theater Ballet and quickly rose to the company's principal actress. And her mother washed other people's clothes, and her father was a militiaman. Even so. When she was at the top of her game she organized her own small ballet company and began touring the world. In the long twenty years of traveling performances, she went to China, Egypt, South Africa, Uruguay, Chile, Canada, Australia, Sweden and other 44 countries, traveled 500,000 miles, thousands of performances, the audience countless, she had to wear out 2,000 pairs of pointe shoes a year time, but also never because of the honor to stop their own footsteps, Pavlova devoted her life's energy to the art of ballet, finally Pavlova died in January 1931 in The Hague, Holland, while preparing for a performance. I wonder how many of you have seen. I wonder how many of you have ever seen the movie "Starstruck" about the death of a swan, during which the heroine, a woman whose body and mind were dominated by the principal performer who had died 100 years earlier, was both an ordinary American girl and a mature ballet star, who had to portray both the White Swan, the embodiment of goodness, and the Black Swan, the representative of evil, which has always stayed in my memory.... In the last moments of life, burst out of the beam of glittering light is so gorgeous, so blinding, even if the swan like failure, but also will not have any regrets. Just like Pavlova's "Death of the Swan", she did not simply dance her whole life "Death of the Swan", she used her whole life to interpret what is "Death of the Swan". That's what life is all about. So while young, embrace life to the fullest, even if we do not have the flying experience of the swan, nor its love of the pursuit, but, there is always a landscape to mesmerize, there are always countless figures to accompany us.