China's big moms, the heart of thousands of years of women's patience and dedication to the spirit of conversion; the body has to work in the house, husband and children, and even raising grandchildren of the painstaking imprints; the reality of children running around the prospect of old age and loneliness unaccompanied by the lack of life. Their body shape is either fat or thin and never graceful; their gait is either stiff or rigid and never light; their movements are either slow or clumsy and difficult to be accurate. If you were to look at them with a professional eye and a critical mind, a large number of them are performing out-of-place dances without any sense of beauty.
But they broke through the confinement of the mind and the limitations of the body, with the passion of youth and the dream of sunset red, with immense self-confidence and courage, they danced out the fire's enthusiasm, the wind's flamboyance, the water's calmness, and the sun's cheerfulness. This is a new era of Chinese senior women set off the wind of national square dance.
However, the sound of square dance is too penetrating. It's monotonous, it's long, it's repetitive, it drones on and on and on. It stirred up the night shift is difficult to make up the anger of sleep; it breaks the students behind closed doors to read the much-needed quiet; it makes the body need to hold a sick person crazy; it makes the age of the baby need to sleep more than crying; it does not need to be monotonous sound disturbing people can not stand. It is so bad. But it's only the stereo that's bad, not our Chinese amazons.