After the stressful graduation exams, we had two weeks of relaxation. The breath of parting is getting closer and closer, and we, all of us, are planning that parting feast? Graduation ceremony. The teacher asked us a few girls to line up a dance, and after a few deliberations, decided to dance the fan dance.
The robin kept calling, and the hot sun scorched the earth. Do you remember, we took turns to ask the teacher for leave to rehearse, and the others hid in front of the office waiting for the good news. Every time we rehearsed we brought a bottle of flower water and sprayed it around the rehearsal space. We listened to the music together, discussed the movement, together in the QQ group, discussing what kind of costume to buy. On the day the costumes arrived, we took them to the teacher with great excitement, and the teacher laughed and said: "Are you going to dance in a square? The teacher said jokingly: "You guys are going to do square dance ah! With this fan, it is a square dance mom! We looked at each other and laughed at each other.
As I recall, we were at noon on the day of the show, together to buy hot and sour noodles, eat to school, to the top floor of the stage open air conditioning make-up each other, change the costume. The blue dress is flowing, just like a colorful butterfly. We in accordance with the order of entry, lined up on both sides, waiting for the end of the teacher's speech on the stage.
? When I first met you, that a tender face, I suddenly panicked the whole sixth grade scene, one by one in the teacher's five-minute speech. When I first met the strangers, to the current reluctance, just when the tears are about to come out of the sockets, we comfort each other? Don't cry, you'll get a kitten face later," he said. I was looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle and letting my tears flow backwards. That kind of smile with tears in your eyes is something I still haven't forgotten.
The music rang, tiptoe, small steps on the stage, the heart counts the beat, fan up fan down, such as the usual rehearsal, such as the heirloom of the celadon beautiful self-care / your eyes with a smile song end, dance. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The last fan row into the flower, the last stage of the warm applause, whether there is in your memory.
The unchanged memory, the fan, how many times to pick up, how many times to put down, how many memories are hidden. Just one look, and then all come to mind.
The bones of the fan still exist, things are different, the shallow hidden memory of the dance in the stars, never changed.
The fan bones are still there.