Basketball
- Imitation of Ansai Waist Drum
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 basketballs that were close to them were bulging, as if they 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.
The ear is a crisp bell.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it!
Da Yangge ~, in our Northeast, everyone knows, household name, who can twist on a section ~! Whenever the night falls, the size of the square, crowded with people, accompanied by the cheerful sound of suona and drums, from the inconspicuous squad, lined up into a long queue twisted up, and some small children from the side of the twisted to and fro. They all twisted their fans and handkerchiefs in their hands, regardless of gender and age, and were very happy.
The square vendors in the rice-planting team set up stalls next to a time the square is even more lively. The surrounding audience while enjoying, while chatting about the family life.
Every celebration or festival and New Year's Eve is also a rice-planting song. Every time, the people who twist the rice-planting song wear colorful clothes, some are dressed up as characters from traditional operas, and others ride small running donkeys, and they send joy to the people with all kinds of movements and dances.
Ah! Hometown rice-planting song, you for us in the Northeast spread how much laughter how much joy! You give people away how much fatigue and worry, you have become a part of our lives, you are like old wine, mellow and sweet, intoxicated with the hometown people's hearts! Beautify the life of people in their hometown!
3. Ansai waist drum small practice writing imitation small practice writing imitation (more than 300 words) is not too long, the requirements of concise.A thousand hands are not enough for me to write a thousand eyes are not enough for me to see, a thousand pairs of ears are not enough for me to hear, a thousand mouths are not enough for me to speak. The greatest shock comes from the silent world, and the feelings in my heart can't be expressed in a thousand words. Although they are deaf and mute, but: look - the joyful dance, the beautiful and skillful movements, the thousands of delicate posture, the ten thousand changes, like the peacock open screen, like the lotus blossom, like the flying dragon shuttle. Thunderous applause offstage, not only is the pleasure of the beauty, the power of the applause, raw admiration, 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 silence of the life of the stirring. They are self-reliance in the delicacy, shouting in the silence, rising up in the silence, they shook the whole China, shook the world! You are standing in the silent world, pouring a cup of tantalizingly fragrant moet to the earth. You stretched out a thousand tender arms, with willow branches, once shed tears, 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 bud that breaks out of the ground; she reminds us of the plum that blossoms alone in the cold; she reminds us of the evergreen pine and cypress; twenty-one deaf-mutes standing in rows, their hands stretching out and retracting, dazzling us. That beautiful dance is like a peacock open screen, let a person mesmerized; that spectacular scene is like "God six" ascension, let a person excited; that neat action is like a computer synthesis, let a person can not believe; good deaf and mute people, good "thousand hands Guanyin".
4. rewrite the "Ansai Waist Drum" essay 300 wordsThe grassy mountains, the breeze swept through the silence.
Fragmented sunlight squeezed out of the clouds, hazy gray drums, gray people, gray world. The cumulus clouds parted, and the cowhide drums erupted into a dazzling light.
The descendants, who were sitting still on the ground, stood up one after another. Suddenly, the drums sounded.
First, it was like a heavy bell, then like rolling thunder, and then like a boiling heart. Dressed in a color of black jacket and pants, head tied to the white goat belly handkerchief, waist tied to the red cloth belt of the sturdy Shaanxi Hanzi, foot thick loess, in the cowhide drums, under the encouragement of the dance up.
Each drum beat, are rich in rhythm; each drum beat, are powerful; each drum beat, are resounding heaven and earth. All drummers in the head of the road under the command of the drummer, drums dancing wildly, drumsticks waving, colorful silk fluttering, drums like thunder, shocking the earth, the sound force is compelling.
In an instant, the hall was shocked; in an instant, the sound of the wind into the ears; in an instant, the sound of finger pointing, was dissolved by the drums, diluted, gradually disappeared. Up to this point, the postulants danced in a well-organized manner.
Sideways, head raised backward, left foot on the ground, the right leg forward across the stirrups, both hands a high and low waving mallet drums, smooth and elegant, with tension and relaxation, rough and bold, strong and impassioned. Flying tassels, raising the sky of the soil; gusts of wind, blowing away the dust; bright sunshine, shining the vast wasteland.
A red and white figure, set off in the wasteland of the wild soaring! Forward, backward, kicking, turning, striking, jumping, as brave as a tiger, rolling like a dragon, sound, soaring and exciting, like no one's land! Yellow dust rolled, silhouettes were in a trance, the sound of the drums in the sky and the roar of the students were intertwined, and everything ceased to exist. Thus, the heart spreads, spreads, spreads ...... the dancing wilderness in the sound of this drum, as if it were a rough sea, a wave is not yet calm, a wave rises again.
The wind rolls the waves, the waves roll the wind, splashing around, gray vapor shrouds the air, the sea, the sky and the earth. The wind does not stop, the water does not stop, the waves do not stop! At this moment, the gongs and drums are beating fast, suona is blowing tightly, and the drums are beating even more aggressively, and the vast white sands are filling the whole wilderness, raging like a big river, roaring like a big river, and the sea is as magnificent as the sea.
People, drums, sound, mixed, mingled, cohesion! The sunlight shot on the wilderness, flashing dazzling light! The wind once more blows through the silence mingled with dust, and the mind that has left the dust behind.
5. request square dance clip description, to be similar to the Ansai waist drum ~ 300 words ~A group of energetic old ladies.
They have a big red silk tied around their waist, the ends of the silk are clutched in their hands, and their faces are as red as the silk. They stood motionless, their looks solemn and serene.
The silk tied around the waist is quiet, as if it has been stored for many years without ever moving. But look! --One dance is different, oblivious, engaged, energized.
Thirty-some old ladies with red silk around their waists, like thirty-some flowers blooming in the wind. This rice-planting song makes the cold wind immediately become warm.
The cold air immediately became hot, so that the wooden people immediately became excited. A good rice-planting dance! It is like a volcano that has been sleeping for many years suddenly erupted, like a static mountain and river suddenly became infinite, like a frozen heart suddenly got the light.
Make people feel: winter is gone, everything is sprouting.
It makes you feel that the winter is over and everything is sprouting up.
Make people feel: the fire of hope is burning, happy days forever sweet aroma of pride and spirit. You see.
All the old women are dancing, their legs, arms, their whole body is dancing hard, some high, some low, some fast, some slow, every movement is so devoted and hard, so that you have never felt life so distinct, active and vigorous. It makes you marvel at the aged body, the hobbling feet, the wrinkled face can release such a warm and vigorous energy.
Every dance is full of concentration, every dance is pure and flawless, every dance is full of power, and it has to be called breathtaking. When the drums came to an abrupt end, they were also suddenly like fixed on the ground, motionless, the world is surprisingly quiet, the red silk around them is also the same quiet.
6. imitation Ansai waist drum scene description (200Basketball - imitation of "Ansai waist drum" A group of energetic teenagers. A group of energetic teenagers. The green playground is under their feet. Their faces were filled with the same smile as the sun. The warmth of the sun poured onto the playground and into their hearts. They were calm and smiling. The basketball that was close to them was bulging as if it had never moved. But look! Once they play, they are ruthless, oblivious, and lifeless. A dozen teenagers with glowing eyes, like hungry tigers and angry bears. The desire to score 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. The school playground burst out of a how bold, how magnificent, how fiery game ah - basketball! This basketball, make the cold air become hot, make the quiet sunshine become scorching, make the sleepy people immediately invigorated. It reminds one of the cowboy movies of the West. It reminds us of the Colosseum in Rome.
7. An imitation essay on Ansai DrumsFall Sports Day
On Thursday of this week, our school will hold its annual fall field day. On that day, all the students went there very early, and after the opening ceremony, everyone went to the designated place and sat down.
This day is arranged for individual competition, students one by one are well prepared. and a few big words were written on it. During the 800-meter race, Wang Yaoqian got sick because she was running too fast. The students were very concerned about her, helped her back to the classroom and comforted her warmly. Thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, our class achieved good results in the individual competition, and the final success or failure lay in the team competition on Friday. That night, everyone practiced jumping on one foot at home to prepare for the competition on Friday.
Finally, Friday came, and everyone was motivated as never before, and came early in the morning. When the competition started, the athletes took their places, shaking their fists and jumping up and down. Other students could not hold back their excitement and rushed to the side of the field, waving the flag for the athletes: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, class 82 won the first! ......" During the 25-meter single-legged jump relay, Fang Qiang from our class accidentally lost his shoes, which made the students laugh. However, Fang Qiang didn't rush to pick up the shoe, but handed the wooden stick to another student before picking up the shoe. We had to admire the wisdom of this approach. If Fang Qiang had gone to pick up the shoes at that moment, he would have lost a good chance to win the championship.
After the Games, I know the truth of "all for one and one for all".
8. 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 in the graveyard 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.