The dark flowers fly out near dusk, Jiangnan song scattered people have fallen.
Fan dance peach blossom year after year dream, I do not know the words are soul. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the color of the paintbrush, and then you can see the color of the paintbrush, and then you can see the color of the paintbrush. Who, when walking through Jiangnan, regret that they did not come here early, fortunately did not miss ...... to see the peach blossom is still sweet, to see the fog lost in the haze of the building, Jiangnan's poetry is too strong, the beauty of too charming.
Fine rain, looking back. See some of the soul as if still exist, looking for the words left behind by their lives, in a path to see a glimpse of that one lost and the existence of the heart of the people, lies in them, also lies in their own.
Wu Nong soft language, listen to the intoxication of the literati every time they come here, rather than a hand is a kind of yearning for a fairyland life, rather than a kind of escape from the reality of life, from the complexity of a clear, just like the "Peach Blossom Fan Lord" from the officialdom of the Wendigo "escape" to the "escape" of their own words. His own words constructed the "peach blossom forest", he can no longer go in one of those ancient teachings - to Confucianism to complete his responsibility to the country, to the community, to their own. Praise a Xiangjun martyrdom, sighing a section of the scholar weakness, crying a mountain and river who belongs to - has been enough, in his experience.
In his opinion, love does not need to be perfect, I do not know whether this is the depth of his thinking is also colored by the color of Jiangnan and produced? But for him, interpreting love as poignant, there is no doubt. "A drop of blood color, how many folding fans?" Ask him is also perplexed, he just completed as a playwright tears and laughter, "Peach Blossom Fan" holding the master, the master holding the history.
Step by step draws together a history of Chinese culture with blood, which is also considered to be an evaluation, but I think he would like to hear if he is alive is not such an evaluation, but would like to see the world to find their own shadows in his characters, and then some change, some hope, some abandonment, some cherish. A hundred years ago, a piece of Kunqu in a hundred years after the value and art, is transcendent.
A blandness, a tenderness, what is the true self under the transcendence? The so-called nothing to pursue even if the bitter pursuit. The master has gone, the aftermath is not yet rested.
Is the tenderness like water? It is poignant and mournful? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Whatever it is, it makes people sing for a long time. The world of the story with the wind to go, Kunqu still, peach blossom has fallen, that erase the back, especially in the heart.
2. Essay topic: dancing fan dance (500 words or so)The dark flowers fly out near dusk, Jiangnan song scattered people have fallen.
The fan dance peach blossom year dream, do not know the words are soul.
Who is it that can't hold back his excitement when he walks through Jiangnan, circling the pen and ink?
Who, when walking through the south of the river, trembled and sighed and picked up the brush, pure and elegant? Who, when walking through
Jiangnan, regret that they did not come here early, fortunately did not miss ...... see peach blossoms are still sweet,
see fog lost in the haze of the building, Jiangnan's poetry is too strong, the beauty of the too charming.
Fine rain, looking back. Seeing some of the soul as if still exist, looking for his
their life left behind the words, in a path to see a glimpse of that a lost and exist
in the heart of the people, lies in them, but also lies in their own.
Wu Nong soft language, listen to the intoxicated, literati and writers come here every time, rather than hand is a yearning for a fairyland life
life, rather than a kind of escape from the reality of life, from the complexity of a clear,
just like the "Peach Blossom Fan Lord" from the Wanda's "escape" to his own words with the words "escape" to a "escape" to the "escape" to the "escape" to the "escape" to the "escape" to his own words with the words "escape" to his own words. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation. Praise for a Xiangjun martyrdom,
sigh a section of the scholar's weakness, crying a mountain and river who belongs to - is enough, in his experience to
say. In his opinion, love does not need to be perfect, I do not know whether this is his deep thought is also
Jiangnan color and produced? But for him, the interpretation of love as poignancy is beyond
doubt. "A drop of blood color, how many folding fans?" Ask him is also confused, he just completed as
for a playwright's tears and laughter, "Peach Blossom Fan" holding masters, masters holding history
step by step draws together a history of Chinese culture with blood, which is also even evaluated, but
is that I think that he would like to listen to if he is alive is not such an evaluation, but would like to see the world in his
characters I think he would like to see the world see his own shadow in his
characters, and then change, hope, give up, and
cherish them. The value and art of a piece of kunqu a hundred years ago, a hundred years later, is transcendent.
A lightness, a tenderness, what kind of true self is under the transcendence? The so-called nothing to pursue
Even if the painstaking pursuit. The master has gone, the aftermath is not yet rested. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. It's a beautiful and sad thing.
Is it the Chu Chu moving? Whatever it is, it will be sung for a long time.
The world is a mess with the wind, Kunqu is still the same, the peach blossom has fallen, that erase the back, especially in mind
3. Write a danceI was in kindergarten when I was able to sing and dance, and asked me to say, "What's the name of this dance.
I do not want to be a dancer, but I love dance, I dance talent has been well played I love dance I am a dance fan, the other night, I just finished the dance, more energetic, a teacher suddenly held back the laughter, feet wearing black boots, valiantly on the stage a debut?" I only know the name "disco" in the dance, so I answered, "disco", and the teacher laughed, afterwards. The "Soldier of the Barracks" was a program I performed in my first year of college, three circles to the right.
The following talk about my dance life, jumping in the process of carrying the skirt swing posture is very beautiful. To the kindergarten class, I have been the whole father unit in the "celebrity", I served as the lead dance, because many people do not know the name of the father, often a person at home humming, very handsome, the next day we know my name, really "a move to fame! "I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
This dance requires a high degree of flexibility, and many of the movements need to have the splits and lower back, so it's good that I practiced ballet for a few years, and it's very easy to do. When we wear green uniforms, "the interview teacher was amused by my funny look, as a child, I have a strong interest in dance, the deepest impression is still "Spanish bullfighting dance" and "barracks soldiers".
"Spanish bullfighting dance" is a dance I danced in the middle class, it was my turn, really "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", I was very generous, I performed a "left three circles, the performance was very successful. The performance was very successful. In order to practice dance, I also suffered a lot of pain, more than four years, the honor of becoming a member of the school dance team, and sometimes follow the beat of the music on TV to dance a paragraph.
One year on June 1, Children's Day, immediately won the applause of the audience. Even more wonderful is the dance in a section of my solo, a moment of rotation, a moment to leap, every do a difficult action, the stage will ring a burst of applause, the teacher one by one to interview, the garden to rehearse a program, like its aura, it is beautiful, this dance is strong and powerful, strong rhythm.
I heard that at the age of one or two, there is a strong desire to perform, like to dance in front of the crowd, that a twist and a movement often cause everyone to laugh. As I grow older, I like to dance more and more, I thought they thought I was performing well, I almost every weekend to go to the dance center classes, rain or shine, especially at the end of the modeling is very unique, there have been a number of times in the dance as a lead dancer, looking back on the many dances that I have danced, the teacher said that I was a good seedling, I should be properly cultivated, and almost everyone knows me, are calling him "Ye Dad", see how famous I am, and the main reason for my fame is that I dance well.
After some training by the teacher, neck twisting, *** twisting, from kindergarten in the middle class began to learn ballet at the Oriole Dance Center, this year participated in the plus level examination, and now it is already a student of the class of the fifth level, and sometimes sick to insist. I really like this activity.
Dad is also very supportive of my hobbies, but also specially at home for me to install a large mirror and a pair of poles, free time I will be practicing alone for a while.
4. Unforgettable fan dance essay 450 wordsThis morning, the weather is clear, windy and sunny, the blue sky is floating with white clouds, and the birds are also in the branches of the chirping. My father and I went to the Cultural Square to take a walk.
Just into the square, I was mesmerized by a lively scene. Look! On the left side of the square, a group of gray-haired grandpas and grandmas, dressed in white, standing under two thick and dense trees, concentrating on tai chi, their heads oozing a bead of sweat. Under the sunlight, it looked golden. But they do not care, still accompanied by beautiful music, rhythmically stretching the whole body, a good group of old people!
On the right side of the square on a piece of grass, only to see some people dancing. They are dancing a cheerful fitness dance, one by one, full of vigor.
Next to them are some old people performing fan dance. Although they look old, they look at the front, and then fan dance happily, and their movements are very skillful.
The square in the morning is really energetic, that a variety of sports can make people exercise, but also to make people's lives richer, is really a desirable place to exercise!
Dunnam Elementary School, fifth grade: Chinese!
5. Essay Writing Dance Beautiful Sentence EndingEveryone has their favorite things, just like my sister likes to play the electronic piano.
And what I like is dance, my dream is still to be a dancer miles! From kindergarten I like to dance. Every year, "June 1" Children's Day I will take a group of girls jumping self-choreographed dance, and dance "Wahaha" and dance "I love the motherland" ...... that is in front of the teacher and the students dance, the heart don't mention how happy.
I not only love dancing like that since I was a kid, but even now it's the same, no less. Every year in the Spring Festival I will learn from the TV to the posture, to the elders to see, the elders and even good.
This gives me great encouragement, the heart is very excited.
This year is very different from before.
This year I did not learn from the TV, but from the dance teacher. I learned Latin dance, and it was very nice to dance.
I have been learning for more than a year, and now I can dance to the next song! I listen very carefully to my teacher in class, and I memorize every word she says. Even when I am sick, I go to class.
I learned Latin dance last year, and I never missed a single lesson with the teacher, for fear of being left behind by my classmates. I was the tallest and largest in the dance class, and I wasn't very flexible in what I learned, so I couldn't keep up.
But I worked hard, and over time, I became a "shining star" in the dance class, but I'm not proud of it, but I practiced harder. Every day at home I will be at home to practice for a few hours.
I was completely mesmerized by the dance. I heard that we were going to perform! How happy I was.
This is me, a little girl who loves to dance, and I'm going to take the road of loving dance in the future.
6. An Unforgettable Dance ClassIn class, we stood in a row in our dance clothes and waited for the teacher.
The teacher walked into the classroom and told us that we were all surprised to learn the pre-school bridge dance moves today, because the moves were difficult and we were all drumming in our hearts. The teacher began to tell us the essentials of the movement: "First, both hands clenched, raised above the head.
Left foot in front, right foot behind, shift the center of gravity to the right foot, hands on the ground, tilt your head, the right foot first flip, the left foot to follow in the back. After the flip, become a lower back shape, and then finally a lower back rise".
After saying that, the teacher gave us a demonstration, we were stunned, so difficult action can be completed? Can you learn it? A series of questions repeated in my mind.
The teacher seemed to recognize the nervousness and said, "It's okay, it's a very simple move, nothing difficult." I got ready with the teacher.
"Begin." I started to flip, and when I was just halfway over, the teacher yanked my feet, and I stopped upside down in mid-air.
"Tilt your head back, tense your feet, and straighten your knees." The teacher's hand let go and I flipped over in a flash.
Seeing that I mastered the essentials of this action in a flash, I can't tell you how happy I am! I was so happy to see that I had mastered this move in no time!
7. see dance writing, see a dance to describe his danceI once studied two years of Latin dance, and then gave up because of the fear of suffering and tiredness, but two years of pain and joy have been haunting the depths of my memory, which is the most difficult to forget is the bone-chilling experience of being beaten.
I remember that was in the summer vacation, the eve of an upcoming competition, the teacher trained more rigorous than usual, but I do not know what happened, the whole class has been distracted, a dance did not remember. Soon the second class began, the teacher wanted to check the results of the last class, I would be anxious, secretly thought, finished, finished, I can not know anything ah! The music began to play, but I stood still like a wooden man, only know to urge and my partner: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, you quickly dance wow."
But because I was the one who was assigned the male step by the teacher, my partner couldn't dance unless I jumped up.
So I had to stare at the other students, learning to dance, so, always slower than others, completely unable to keep up with the rhythm of the music. I was in a hurry, and it was very funny.
I peeked at the teacher, who was glaring at me, and even though the studio was air-conditioned, the beads of sweat on my forehead were pouring down.
But I do not dare to cry out, I know, if you cry, certainly another foot. But it hurts too much, the pain of the heart, I endure, endure, tears are still like an unplugged faucet, flowing down.
"You didn't listen to yourself, and you have the nerve to cry, do you have the face, you!" "Snap!" , another foot, even louder than earlier, even drowned out the sound of music. In the face of the teacher's angry reprimand, classmates contemptuous gaze, at that time I could not wait to hurry to find a crack in the ground.
It was not easy to get to the end of the class, I ran home quickly with tears in my eyes, lifted his pants leg, found that the teacher hit the two hard, has a large red swelling, but I do not dare to say with my parents, because this is my own fault, this is the punishment I deserve. That a large red swelling until more than a week later only gradually subside.
A month later, probably because of the beatings inspired my fighting spirit, my dance steps after honing, become skillful and exquisite, and finally was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, but also accidentally won a second prize and a third prize, when I carefully caressing the high hanging on the neck of the medal, I instantly understand, the original is really ten years of work off the stage, the stage a minute, only to eat all the suffering off the stage, to I realized that it is really ten years of work off stage and one minute on stage. Looking back on my dance road, although it is very short, despite experiencing so much unhappiness, but it makes me continue to grow, and continue to understand the philosophy of life, dance, such as a fire, refined my courage and perseverance, lit up my faith and hope.