A small blue flower blooming by the side of the road is like a young girl standing on her feet. In the green grass glittering with blue petals, it swayed with the wind, shyly opened his smiling face, it is the body of the sea-like blue, such as the sky-like blue, there is infinite attraction.
There were two children innocently smiling in that flower bush, which looked extraordinarily beautiful. I gently picked one, pinned it behind her ear, only to see her like a fairy dancing, the skirt brought over the flowers next to her, the flowers seem to be convinced by her beauty, one by one bent over. She also picked one and put it on my hairpin, we laughed and danced. Sincerely, she said, "Let me teach you to dance so we can perform together!" I readily agreed.
I had harbored a dream of dancing since I was a child, and it was as if the heavens had heard my plea to be born with slender arms and long legs, and because of this advantage, it led to my lack of strength and flimsy dancing.
And she was different, as if born for dance, at a young age, participated in various competitions, is the best of many children dancers. I envied her, envied her enough strength, envied her rich expression, envied her consistent love for dance, all of which, I was not as good as. I could only make up for my shortcomings by diligence, and she never failed to sincerely encourage me and practice with me.
On one occasion, the dance teacher announced that she wanted to run for the lead role in the Round Dance of Flowers, in which the heroine is an innocent and lively fairy, and the other dancers are beautiful flowers. So the test is: who dances the more attractive dance.
When I heard this, I lost my confidence, and I wanted to drop out of the race when I was already not very expressive. But she threw me a determined look, "You can do it, don't worry, I'll help you." She always lent me a helping hand when I encountered difficulties and couldn't move forward, and accompanied me to overcome the difficulties. With her help, it instantly put my heart down, and I bravely raised my hand.
Day after day of training makes us suffer, sweat soaked dance clothes, toes pawing to the sore, arms lifted to numbness, but the thought of finally standing in the center of the stage dancing power, exhausted body as if injected with vitality. When I was training, she always helped me to correct my mistakes, "the hand is not raised high enough, remember to tense the legs, where has the expression management gone ......" She always came to help me to train for an extra hour after she finished her own training. We talked and laughed and lifted each other up. I relied on her a lot and she was very protective of me.
Gradually, my dance level improved, and gradually I didn't need her to come every day to help me with extra practice, I was proud, arrogant, and drifted ......
To the day of the examination, as always, she was the best one in the class, and every dance movement was just right, even the two pinches of hair beside the ear were I was a little jealous of her.
It was time for my test, I took a deep breath and saw her expectant gaze in my afterglow. With the rhythm of the music, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again I felt like I was in the middle of the forest, the sunlight hit the land through the leaves, the grass mixed with the smell of the morning dew seemed particularly restful, there were a few blue flowers in the grass, from a distance, a flower like a trumpet, a little closer to see, each flower consists of six petals, and in the middle of the flower there is a thin stamen. A breeze blew, there is a light fragrance to the nose, attracting many bees and butterflies dancing on the flowers.
I stepped on the soil with my bare feet, as if I were in nature, and danced with the butterflies and bees, my fingers brushing over the pink petals, and the hem of my skirt carrying over the green grass, the dew on it wetting the white saree, as if it were glittering crystal.
And I was like a genie in nature, dancing on a flower, and the petals had some slight shaking with my rhythm. After the song, I opened my eyes and saw the teacher and my classmates looking at me with a kind of astonishment, and the warm applause ringing in my ears. The teacher finally announced that I would be the female lead, and everyone was happy for me.
She stood in the corner, looking forlorn.
After school my classmates and I talked and laughed all the way through the school day, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars, I didn't even notice her. We were each busy with our own lives, and seemed to be slowly estranged ......
Nearing the day of the performance, I couldn't find the right state, and the teacher and I were very anxious. Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears, "Imagine you're in a wonderland, just like last time." It was her voice.
She was always there and never left. Her kindness put me at ease, her sincerity meditated me. She led me to my senses, and I danced to her pace, like two light butterflies.
The teacher looked at us, seemed to think of something, clapped her hands and shouted, "Wonderful! You two could go for a duet dance, it would be more in keeping with the mood of the piece." I realized that our dance is not only about dancing skills, but also about emotions, and that a dance with true feelings can move the hearts of the people.
She and I are bonded by dance, cultivating tacit understanding and deepening friendship in dance. The main character of the dance can be chosen, but the friendship can not be cut off. My pride is in abandoning that friendship, but she is maintaining it with silent perseverance, and I am ashamed!
On the day of the competition, we stood on the stage, the curtain slowly opened, in front of a packed audience, only to see her mouth to say "Go" to me. I closed my eyes again and saw the forest, the scent of the grass, the cries of the birds and the flowers, and this time it wasn't just me dancing alone, it was her in a tutu, and we were holding hands, chasing each other, jumping and twirling in time to the melody.
I seem to go back to the sea of flowers where we danced as children, as blue as the sky, it emits a ghostly fragrance, and there is a voice in the air that tells me it is the flower of friendship. Friendship is always there, the flower never fails, she is always in my heart.