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The unique charm of the Ansai waist drums is like a wild ride on the loess, showing the simple and bold character of the farmers of the Loess Plateau in the northwest, and spreading out a unique artistic personality. It has been displayed in Beijing, the capital of China, in Hong Kong, and all over China, and has attracted the attention of the world.
The bold and rugged changes in movement, the vigorous and vigorous dance, fully reflects the simple and honest people of the northern Shaanxi plateau, the brave and ferocious personality. As early as 1986, Ansai waist drum won the first China Folk Dance Competition, the highest honor - the Grand Prize, in recent years, it has been in the 11th Asian Games opening ceremony, Hong Kong's return to the celebration of large-scale activities such as performances, and went to Japan to perform.
Ansai waist drum performance can be performed by several or thousands of people together, majestic momentum, exquisite performance is intoxicated, known as "the world's first drum". 1996, Ansai County was named by the Ministry of Culture as "China's waist drum township".
The state attaches great importance to the protection of intangible cultural heritage, May 20, 2006, Ansai waist drums by the State Council approved the inclusion of the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage list. Ansai waist drum is one of the three best things about Ansai.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, a sound of "rumbling" resounded through the clouds. After the noise, the end of the text a "distant cockcrow" more people wandering in a strange world, so that the moment that the majestic drums long lingered in the ears - this may be the "lingering sound This may be the "lingering sound"? The description of the wonderful group of Mao Tengteng the students from the book "popped" out in front of my eyes hard whack, forget to whack, no life to whack that Ansai waist drum.
The sound of drums accompanied by applause, is a sound overflowing with heroism. Rong, rong, rong ...... play it, let the hundred birds stop singing, we all come together to listen to that thunderous drum sound.
That strange and majestic energy can only be released by the Ansai waist drum. The drums are bursting with energy and play a powerful sound of life that shakes the heavens and moves the earth.
The Ansai drums are divine! It transformed the active life into one after another colorful music, played on the drum like sparks, breathtaking. I hear it, the sound of the waist drums far away on the Loess Plateau, I hear it, it's so exciting! I have to praise the people of the Loess Plateau rough and bold and vibrant, they eat and wear although ordinary, but has a strong life of the people who do not have the brocade.
A good Ansai waist drum huh, a good Ansai waist drum! I seem to dance with the backwoodsmen, dancing, big ups and downs wrestle the whole body, jumping out of each full of power of the magnificent dance. Roaring, jumping, shouting, leaping, the ambition, pain, joy, pursuit, expressed through the Ansai waist drum.
Ah, Ansai drums, you injected farmers with unlimited vitality, their simple clothes under the masked excitement whacked out, dance out. Ah, Ansai waist drums, you are *** surging, to the Loess Plateau added a beautiful scenery.
This is the crystallization of the reform and opening up of the fiery, deep-seated rational thinking.
2. Imitation of Ansai Waist Drums 200 or 300 wordsBasketball
- Imitation of Ansai Waist Drums
A group of energetic teenagers.
At their feet is the green playground. They have the same smile as the sun on their faces.
The warm sunshine sprinkled on the playground and into their hearts.
They were calm and smiling. The basketball, which was close to them, was bulging as if it had never moved.
But look!
Once the fight was on, they were ruthless, oblivious, and lifeless. A dozen teenagers with eyes like gazes, like a hungry, angry bear. The desire for points jumped out of their eyes. Like a sudden rain, it was a sharp dribble; like a whirlwind, it was a quick pass; like a flying swallow, it was a light footstep; like a spark, it was a fierce collision; like a shooting star, it was an elegant three-point shot; like a fighting bull, it was a shocking dunk. The school playground is bursting with what a magnificent, what a magnificent, what a fiery game ah - basketball!
This basketball, so that the cold air becomes hot, so that the quiet sunshine becomes burning, so that the sleepy people immediately invigorated.
It reminds us of the cowboy movies of the West.
It reminds us of the Colosseum in Rome.
It reminds us of Guan Yu crossing the five hurdles and beheading the six generals.
Can't afford to play defense, can't afford to steal, can't afford to cover the hot pot. It's the goal, the score, and the ***.
Good basketball!
The cheers of hundreds of spectators, colliding in the endless, spotless sky, the sky suddenly became a loudspeaker, only to hear "Go! Come on!"
The cheers of hundreds of spectators reached the hearts of the people who were reading and resting, and the hearts of the people became megaphones, also "Go for it! Go for it!"
"Go for it! Come on!" The bold lyricism; "Come on! Come on!" of grim contemplation; "Go for it! Come on!" of sun-drenched *** beads of sweat; "Come on! Come on!" of the liberating relief of repression.
What a basketball!
The arms, legs, and whole bodies of the teenagers move powerfully, violently, and with great ups and downs. It shakes you, burns you, infects you, and it makes you feel the fun, fire and enjoyment of the sport never so brightly. It makes you marvel at how that one little ball can inspire unlimited endurance, and how those teenagers have such shocking power.
Basketball, ah, you cultivate such vigorous teenagers, and only you, have so much power.
Elegant golf is a nobleman's sport, and you can't play it on the playground.
Besides basketball, who else has such a shocking power.
What a basketball, what a group of teenagers.
Every action is full of ***, every action is energetic, every action is a perfect match of skill and talent. Every move mesmerizes and enchants with the enjoyment of the sun and takes your breath away.
What a blue ball that burns red in the Tianshan Mountains and flourishes with vigor.
The more you play, the stronger the form becomes a distinct and passionate flame.
The more they fought, the more the flames radiated light and heat.
More and more, pain and pleasure, calmness and impulsiveness, skill and talent, all intertwine in this movement! Spinning! Coalesce! Rushing! Radiate! Flipping! Sublimation! People, into a blanket; heat, into a blanket.
When it stopped, the students went back to class.
It seems to be back to a dull life.
There was a clear ringing of the bell in the ear.
3. 200 words after Ansai Waist DrumsA group of energetic teenagers.
At their feet is the green playground. They have the same smile on their faces as the sun.
The warmth of the sun poured onto the playground and into their hearts.
They were calm and smiling. The basketballs that were close to them were bulging, as if they had never moved.
But look!
Once you play, you're hard, forgetful, and lifeless. A dozen teenagers with glowing eyes, like a hungry tiger, angry bears. The desire for points jumped out of their eyes. Like the rain, it was a sharp dribble; like the whirlwind, it was a quick pass; like the swallow, it was a light step; like the spark, it was a fierce collision; like the shooting star, it was an elegant three-point shot; like the bull, it was a shocking dunk. School playground burst out of a how bold, how magnificent, how fiery game ah - basketball!
This basketball, so that the cold air became hot, so that the quiet sun became scorching, so that sleepy people immediately invigorated.
It reminds us of western cowboy movies.
It reminds us of the Colosseum in Rome.
4. Imitation of Ansai Waist Drum Simile 200 words or moreThe original line of "Ansai Waist Drum" is: "Like the rain, it is the rapid drum beat; like the whirlwind, it is the flying tassel; like the chaotic frogs, it is the bouncing footsteps; like the spark, it is the shooting pupil; like the fighting tiger, it is the strong posture. Loess Plateau, bursting out of a how magnificent, how bold, how fiery dance wow Ansai waist drum!
The drums, so that the cold air immediately became hot, so that the quiet sun immediately became splash, so that the sleepy world immediately became excited.
It reminds us of: the sunset shines on the flag, and the horses are singing in the wind!
Reminds one of: the thunder of a thousand miles, the flash of a thousand miles!"
Imitation: steed in general, is the backcourt running; whirlwind in general, is the posture of the people; meteor in general, is the speed of flash cut; pearl in general, is the crystal eyes; Teng Yun in general, is the footsteps of the layup. The school's basketball court, at times, burst out of a how elegant, how magnificent, how sparkling high degree of action.
This basketball game, let the cold winter winds all of a sudden become warm, let the solidified clouds all of a sudden become boiling, let the huddled audience all of a sudden become active.
Let people think of: noisy and cut the wrong bullet, big pearls fall into the jade disk.
Reminiscent of: the wind that slips through the water that flows through.
5. 200 words of Ansai Waist Drums imitated by Viewing LightsThe Bodhi Tree, standing in the sky.
The branches and leaves of the tree are flourishing, and the clouds are vaporizing. By the tree, the blue pool is full, a stem of budding golden lotus, crystal pearl tears rolling on it.
Pool water, abruptly born breathing like, lotus, also with, piece, layer, stacked, Xu ...... -- finally bloom.
-- finally, by a moment to start, in the red dust, lightning and flint to set off a stunning! That moment, destined for a permanent. This stunning, destined for a permanent shock.
Good one, the thousand-handed Guanyin. The lights turned on, the music started, and the deaf sisters began to dance, and they worked in unison to give the audience a beautiful dance - the Thousand-Handed Goddess of Mercy.
Their hands were moving together as if they were calling out to life, and as if they were embracing it. The whole audience stood up and shouted, but they could not hear, they used their eyes to speak, their hands sometimes stretched out, as if a dazzling golden flower; sometimes closed, as if the shy mimosa.
They really work well together, and when they can't hear the music, they can still reach out at the same time, and very quickly. Another round of applause from the room.
Ah, poor things, they never hear the applause. And how marvelous it was that at the end they were divided into threes to form what looked like a golden pagoda.
Ah! There was another round of applause. A thousand hands are not enough for me to write, a thousand eyes are not enough for me to see, a thousand ears are not enough for me to hear, a thousand mouths are not enough for me to speak.
The biggest shock came from the silent world, and the feeling in my heart could not be expressed in a thousand words. Although they are deaf and mute, but look - the joyful dance, that beautiful and skillful movements, that thousands of delicate posture, that ten thousand changes, like the peacock open screen, like the lotus blossom, like the flying dragon shuttle.
The thunderous applause on stage is not only the pleasure of the beauty, the power of the applause, the praise of life, but also the excitement of the penitentiary, the soul of the baptism and release! 21 deaf and mute people, they are on the stage in full swing, they are in the pursuit of perfection in the mutilation, in the soundless stirring life. They are self-reliance in the delicacy, shouting in the silence, rising up in the silence, and they shocked all of China and the whole world! You are in the silent world pavilion, a cup of tantalizing fragrant Moet, poured to the earth.
You stretch out a thousand tender arms, with willow branches, the tears that once flowed, into a soothing manna, dripping into my heart, driving away all my pain, bringing me unlimited hope! What a group of deaf-mutes! What a thousand-handed Goddess of Mercy! She reminds us of: the new buds that break out of the ground; she reminds us of: the plums that bloom alone in the cold; she reminds us of: the evergreen pines and cypresses; twenty-one deaf-mutes standing in a row, their hands stretching out and retracting, mesmerizing people. The beautiful dance is like a peacock opening its screen, mesmerizing people; the spectacular scene is like the "God VI" ascension, exciting people; the neat action is like computer synthesis, people can not believe it; good deaf and mute, good "Thousand Hands of Goddess of Mercy"! The classical flavor of the music makes people like hearing the Buddha's voice, and the holy and spiritual dance makes people like seeing the statue of Goddess of Mercy.
When the "Thousand Hands Guanyin" group out of the "world open screen" picture, a thousand delicate hands, a thousand eyes flashing, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival Gala pushed to the ***, people's minds were y shocked: the legendary thousand hands and thousand eyes of Guanyin was interpreted so elegant, the stage of the "Thousand Hands Guanyin" of the heavenly light of the human dance presented such a peaceful, not by people, but by people's hearts. The auspiciousness of the "Thousand-handed Goddess of Mercy" is presented on the stage, and people can't help but sigh heartily in praise of the beauty of the "Thousand-handed Goddess of Mercy"! In "Thousand Hands of Goddess of Mercy", Tai Lihua and her 20 companions become one, standing on the lotus platform with the image of Thousand Hands of Goddess of Mercy, under the glorious archway with more than 1,000 hands, using colorful hand gestures and variegated colors to "tell" the beautiful words of the inner world. Accompanied by the exciting music, dancers in a row, stretching on the stage, with graceful dance and vivid eyes, depicting the dream of paradise.
The four sign language conductors in white sarongs are surrounded by angels, interpreting to the dancers the music they cannot hear. 21 dancers live in a silent world.
But through the dance teacher's sign language command with the eyes to feel the rhythm of the music. Their beautiful body language touched the heartstrings of the nation.
In front of such a program, it seems that all words pale in comparison. The Buddha's nobility and the woman's charm, the Buddha's dignity and the woman's spirit, the Buddha's elegance and the woman's freshness.
Both full of contradictions, but also perfect juxtaposition and existence. Consciousness, clear and certain: shock, amazement, from the clean art itself, - itself is already charismatic, itself is enough to dazzle, convince, sigh - and the side of all kinds of, irrelevant.
Only when the shock and amazement of the surge a little flat, in the process of rational induction, precipitation, those additional "elements", only shallow, gradually, floating on the brain, tend to clear. The fact must be faced and recognized: they are a group of special dancers with some physiological defects in this world where all beings are equal.
They do not have a full direct perception of the fantastic realm of sound. So they will tell with a gesture: teacher, when you see your dance, you see the music! Look.
"Look", then the breath of the music will be able to fit so precisely, without ever showing timidity, without ever making the bystanders to catch the misalignment of the "cracks". As you can imagine, it's going to be a tough ride.
The pen went to this, tears and slide down. The teacher's then, while relieved, perhaps also have a gentle sigh, thick heartache, in the depths of the heart it.
I believe that just for a heavy moving. It has nothing to do with "sympathy", nothing to do with "pity".
Human life is undoubtedly limited. The length of life is limited, the quality of life is limited, the form of life is limited.
To be in the limited length, quality, form, with limited human wisdom and energy, to create unlimited. Can not hear the music, there is no harm to see; can not say words, there is no harm to write; hand can not hold things, there is no harm to use the feet to hold; natural legs can not run and jump, there is no harm to replace the prosthesis.
There are always a lot of "possible", since the "impossible" birth, reproduction, thrive, prosperity, splendor. People call it: the power of life.
Very beautiful ...... really beautiful. It's a beautiful dance, beautiful music, beautiful people.
Five minutes and fifty-four seconds of dance work, almost synonymous with "beauty". Along with the whole dance, the word that comes to mind most often is "holy".
When the lights come on, the bells and drums, the music, the humming of voices, holy. When the lead dancers' clear eyes and peaceful smiles stare at each other, holy.
When a thousand hands and eyes, out of its not.
6. Write a scene modeled after Ansai Waist Drums Write a scene modeled after the text Ansai Waist Drums"Ansai Laser Guns" A group of Maoteng Tengteng's backwoodsmen.
Behind them is a graveyard. They were hideous like those ghosts.
The dark south wind blew the coins of the graves and their clothes. Their looks were eerie and horrible.
The laser gun, close to the side of their bodies, was dull, as if it had never been used. But: look! Once the fight was over, they were vicious, desperate, lifeless! A hundred and ten people killed by the slant-backed lasgun backwoodsmen, like a hundred blood-spattered corpses, flutter in front of you.
Like a sudden rain, it is the sharp sound of gunfire; like a whirlwind, it is the flying blood; like a chaotic frog, it is the bouncing footsteps; like a spark, it is the flashing bullets; like a fighting tiger, it is the strong wind. Loess Plateau, bursting out of a how bloody, how surprised, how chilling massacre wow - Anser laser gun! This massacre, so that the quiet air immediately became eerie, so that the quiet sun immediately became dull, so that the peaceful world immediately became dead silent.
Reminds one of: the setting sun shines on the great flag, the horses sound the wind! It reminds us of the innocent souls that come to life and die, die and come to life again, and then finally die forever! There is no room for peace, no room for beauty, no room for joy. It's so much carnage that breaks free, breaks through, crashes through! What an Anser laser gun! Hundred and ten laser gun issued a heavy ringing sound, collision in the four field long sour date tree cliffs, cliffs suddenly turned into a sponge, only to hear ah ah, ah ah, ah ah.
Hundreds of laser guns issued by the heavy sound, collision in the shock of all the redundancy of the audience's heart, the audience's heart also suddenly turned into a sponge, also ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. The latter's arms, legs, and whole body, shot powerfully, snappily, and with great ups and downs.
It destroys you, burns you, intimidates you. It makes you feel the presence, the majesty, and the strength of death more vividly than you ever have before.
It makes you marvel at the body wrapped in black clothes, the body that digests the leftovers, can actually release so devastating energy! Loess Plateau ah, you gave birth to these murderous descendants; only you, can withstand such a thrilling shot! The watery south of the river is the land of freedom, where no such butchery has ever taken place. Where else but on the Loess Plateau could there be such a cruel and so cruel a devil! What a plateau of loess! What an Anser laser gun! Every aim is full of power.
Every launch is whirring. Every kill is a rush of light and shadow.
Every destruction shudders in great fear and takes one's breath away. What an anser lasgun that destroys mountains and imprisons the imagination! The more it hit, the stronger it became! Forms become heavy and strewn with death! The more it hits, the stronger it gets! There is no life in the corpses! The more it hits, the more intense it becomes! Pain and misery, death and disappearance, brokenness and shock, all intertwined in this shooting and gunfire! Spinning! Coalescing! Rushing! Nuclear radiation! Tumbling! Sublimation! People, into a blank; sound, into a blank ...... When it came to an abrupt end, the world was surprisingly dead, so that people feel very strange to her.
It was like coming to Mars! There was a distant alien cry in the ear.