Dance is an art, beautiful dance, giving people no intoxication. Looking at the actors and actresses beautiful dance, let me have a few envy. So my mom enrolled me in a dance class.
In my just practiced, encountered a lot of frustration, the teacher told us to press the legs, with all the strength of the upper body to the legs, I want to stop ready to relax. But when I saw the other students were so attentive, I gave up. I even held on.
Finally, in two weeks' time, I mastered this action of leg press. In my unremitting efforts, lower back, kicking legs, front, back, side flips ...... I am all at ease!
Whenever I encounter difficulties on the dance road, I will tell myself, insist, insist I can reach my goal.
The first exam is even more vivid in my memory, soon it was my turn, I was nervous. Twisted body ...... at this time I seem to run in a blue grassland ...... is as if a mesmerizing dream, make people intoxicated.
The road of dance is not good, there are always difficulties along the way to test your perseverance. Only not afraid of suffering, step by step down on the ground you are the winner!
After the sweet fruits of labor, whenever I see the writing desk in front of the award certificate, I can not help but show a pleased smile, remembering that I am on the road of dance a little bit of ......
Part II: my road to the dance
Unconsciously, I'm already a 13-year-old girl, but, thinking back to I have been on the road of dance for 8 years, it is really full of pain and full of joy. I have thought of giving up this dance road, but, time and again, the honor, a piece of applause on my dance affirmation, let me stick to it.
My dance journey began when I was 5 years old, in my kindergarten class. In fact, it was by chance that I stepped into the path of dance.
At that time, the dance teacher came to our class to choose some people to practice the basic skills, and that's how I embarked on the road of dance. That dance teacher said, "Come to the dance studio every day after school to practice basic skills." What leg press, what one-horse, what bending ...... every one to practice in place, every time you finish practicing, the legs will be very sore, and sometimes get cramps, this hard only know themselves.
I really wanted to give up this art at that time, but, to the night of the competition, a piece of warm applause, a loud cheer, only to know: as long as you pay, there will be harvest. In this way, I persisted for 8 years. It is because of the persistence, so that I rose to elementary school, but also into the dance team, and every performance is me as the protagonist, the third grade, we performed in the center of the square to get the first prize, the fifth and sixth grades to go to the Wuyi Overseas Chinese Plaza Convention and Exhibition Center and the East Lake Cinema have won a good result.
Although this eight-year dance road, full of pain and joy, but I am willing to continue to go!
Article 3: My road to dance
On my bookcase is placed a certificate of award, that is an award that I will never forget, whenever I see it, learning to dance that unforgettable scene in front of the eyes, my road to dance.
When I was nine years old, my mom sent me to a dance class to learn Latin dance. Because I was a beginner, the teacher first taught me to turn off, turn off, pain ah. See the sisters easily under the fork themselves can not help but want to try, it's my turn, I learned the movements of the sisters first stand straight, slowly open both feet, hold your breath, slide down, slide down and not as smooth as I imagined, the front foot straight, the back leg bent 360 degrees which makes me laugh and cry. The teacher saw me not go down the fork, regardless of the three seven in front of me called me down the fork, I can not go down ah, I muttered, the teacher said: "I'll help you." The words did not fall tone, the teacher two hands pressed my shoulder, a press, ah, I screamed, tears droplets fall.
One year past, I went to the improvement class, the improvement class to learn Latin dance steps and routines to tune up the dance steps is not difficult, the difficult thing is to jump out of the dance of the dance rhyme. When I first started learning the steps, I thought it was very simple to follow the teacher. So I didn't memorize the steps every time. When the teacher told us to dance alone, I was dumbfounded. When it was my turn, I couldn't make a single step. When the teacher saw that I couldn't dance, she raised her voice and said, "You're such a bad student, you never memorize the steps and you always rely on others, you'll never be able to dance." I was scolded by the teacher and my face was burning. Only from that day on, I would memorize every step and movement in my heart and no longer rely on others. Although the steps were memorized, it was difficult to bring out the body's rhythm. I pondered for weeks about the meaning of rhythm. It wasn't until my teacher's words that I was enlightened. Before class the teacher said, "The body is in control."
The teacher's words spoke to me. When I got home I practiced hard for three hours, and finally I got just a little bit of rhythm. Hard days will always pass, day after day, my dancing level improved day by day, and my teacher often praised me. After that, I took part in a competition and won first place, which made me very happy.
My dance journey will embark on the next journey.
Part 4: My Dance Road
Slowly, slowly walking through the colorful dance road, looking back, I see the footprints of my own step-by-step growth. I just turned eleven years old, but I walked through five years of Latin dance road, which is full of hard work and joy.
When I was seven years old, I was sent by my mother to a Latin dance training course, and from then on began the road of Latin dance, when I danced in an unknown position, left and right are not divided. I was not sure of my position when I danced, and I could not tell left from right. My movements were wobbly, just like a little bear. But in addition to the normal Latin dance class twice a week, I had to practice hand position and head position in the silent corner every night. Slowly learned rumba, cha-cha-cha, cowboy ..... Under the teacher's strict training, my basic skills began to make progress, and as I grew older, I gradually gained an understanding of Latin dance.
The further down the learning movement the more difficult, especially every time to practice some of the more difficult movements, once more than once pain, but I still time and again to adhere to, let me come to today. In order to master every movement, I was teacher training, was scolded by my mother, self-crying, but I did not give up Latin dance this passionate dance, just because I like it.
Last summer, in order to participate in the talent competition in Wuhan, I had to rehearse almost every day, sometimes in the classroom, sometimes at home. In order to dance this dance very well, I even went to bed at night thinking about the movements of this dance. In this way, under the teacher's guidance and hard practice, my dance was greatly improved, and I finally won the silver medal in the children's group in that talent competition.
Five years of Latin dance road, full of laughter, full of hardships, but I am willing to continue to go on, until forever.
Article 5: My dance road
I grew up with a strong interest in dance, in my five years old, mom and dad let me participate in the dance training course, I was overjoyed. Every time on and off the class are happy, never shouted tired.
Practice makes perfect, after a few years of learning, my split horizontal fork, vertical fork, inverted, front and back roll has not been a problem, and occasionally bring performances to the family and guests, none of which is not good. I remember one New Year's Eve, I improvised in the living room, "waving" up, mom and dad, grandparents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, aunts and aunts ...... did not have a look at me this way, only the younger brother of a person in the side of the happy look at me, and the mouth and eat snacks. mouth and eating snacks. I saw this scene, I will "make a big mess" up. Sofa, carpet, pillows have become my venting products: sofa messy, carpet mess, pillows everywhere ...... Ten minutes later, the living room has become a mess. Mom turned around and saw the living room has just been set up and turned into a "dump", a large number of me a meal, I feel very guilty, then alone to clean up this so-called "dump".
It is also in the period of learning dance, sweet with its own bitter, my ligaments were stretched, can not dance, mom insisted that I do not let me continue to dance, at first I still refused to give up, insisted on continuing to dance. But in this half-month recuperation period, looking at my parents every day, day and night to take care of me , I was moved ...... when I decided to give up this course, my mother came to find me to talk about a turn of phrase, specifically what I said don't remember, but I vaguely remember my mother said that after the injury is well, I will find me a one-on-one teacher at home to tutor me, every day, one hour, no more, no less. One hour, no more, no less. I was very touched by my mom's words and felt that I was the happiest person in the world.
But later, or because of the physical discomfort, gave up the dance, and has not practiced for several years, the previous basic skills all returned to the teacher, but my strong interest in dance, and did not give up.
Part VI: my dance road
In my bookcase placed a certificate of award, that is an unforgettable awards, whenever I see it, learning to dance that unforgettable scene in front of my eyes.
When I was nine years old, my mom sent me to a dance training course to learn Latin dance. Because I am a beginner, the teacher first taught me to turn off, turn off, pain ah. See the sisters easily under the fork themselves can not help but want to try, it's my turn, I learned the movements of the sisters first stand straight, slowly open both feet, hold your breath, slide down, slide down and not as smooth as I imagined, the front foot straight, the back leg bent 360 degrees which makes me laugh and cry. The teacher saw me not go down the fork, regardless of the three seven in front of me called me down the fork, I can not go down ah, I muttered, the teacher said: "I'll help you." The words did not fall tone, the teacher two hands pressed my shoulder, a press, ah, I screamed, tears droplets fall.
One year past, I went to the improvement class, the improvement class to learn Latin dance steps and routines to tune up the dance steps is not difficult, the difficult thing is to jump out of the dance of the dance rhyme. At the beginning, I thought it was very simple to learn the steps, as long as I followed the teacher. So I didn't memorize the steps every time. When the teacher told us to dance alone, I was dumbfounded. When it was my turn, I couldn't make a single step. When the teacher saw that I couldn't dance, she raised her voice and said, "You're such a bad student, you never memorize the steps and you always rely on others, you'll never be able to dance." I was scolded by the teacher and my face was burning. Only from that day on, I would memorize every step and movement in my heart and no longer rely on others. Although the steps were memorized, it was difficult to bring out the body's rhythm. I pondered for weeks about the meaning of rhythm. It wasn't until my teacher's words that I was enlightened. Before class the teacher said, "The body is in control."
The teacher's words spoke to me. When I got home I practiced hard for three hours, and finally I got just a little bit of rhythm. Hard days will always pass, day after day, my dancing level improved day by day, and my teacher often praised me. After that, I took part in a competition and won first place, which made me very happy.
My dance journey will embark on the next journey.
Episode 7: My Road to Dance
Music is the art of life; dance is the poetry of the footsteps; painting is the lines to outline and the colors to rhyme. Each work of art is cohesive with the author's heart and blood, beating the author's pulse. And art comes from life.
When I was 2 years old, I saw my sister wearing brightly colored dance clothes on the stage, I made up my mind that I would learn to dance. I was determined to learn how to dance. But my parents disagreed and said I was too young. Day after day, in the blink of an eye I was three years old, when my mother wanted me to go to the dance to practice the body, but I have long lost this interest, but my mother said: "you a little fat, you do not go to learn to dance to repair the body, you will grow into a big winter melon! Hard to drag me to go.
In the broad classroom, there are many brothers and sisters, I am undoubtedly the smallest inside, even the teacher looked at me, have to Zou Zou eyebrows. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a crowd of three-year-olds who were being squeezed over and over again. In the classroom, my sisters were able to put their feet up on the railing, while I could barely get my feet up by putting a brick under my feet. Under these circumstances, I was already a head taller than the little girls my age. I was often left behind in the classroom because I didn't do the basics right, even my sister who was in the elite class had to come and give me a hand, and I couldn't help but cry even though I was holding back the pain. I have paid so much but there is no return, I can not help but hate dance even more. As soon as I got home I lay down on my bed and curled up, as soon as I saw the TV report out the dance, I used the remote control to change the channel, as soon as I heard the music I covered my ears with my hands, and as soon as I saw the dance clothes I even had to step on them twice.
I'm back in this classroom again, the difference is that I'm eight years old. I seemed to understand a lot more. The orchid fingers are more arched than before, the line running out of my toes is curved, and my movements are more graceful. Teachers praise me every day now. In this way my vanity grew until my teacher said I was too weak and needed to work harder and help my sister more, and I realized that I had to make up for my weaknesses. After a race - I moved my feet gently and tossed my head hard. A turn, a jump, a toss of the head as the music stirred. The movement was so perfect (just no expression on my face.) I only won a bronze medal, but it will be the stimulant in my future dance career, inspiring me to move on to a bigger stage!
Dance is beautiful, art is wonderful. Only with sweat and strength can you dance better!
Part VIII: my dance road
When I was a child, I often watch the actors in the TV moving graceful dance dance, often look fascinated, as if he was in the middle of it. One performance after another stirred up my love of dance, and I decided to start dancing.
I started to learn dance when I was six years old, and I could do some basic moves such as lower back.
When I was learning to dance, I encountered a lot of frustration: once, my teacher taught me a continuous dance movement with a high coefficient of difficulty. I do one by one action seriously, one by one action over and over again to practice, to consolidate. However, when I danced continuously, it was like a rigid picture rolling over one by one. I practiced, but I couldn't get it right, I couldn't get it right. I looked a little discouraged and was about to give up when my confidence flew back from nowhere. I didn't give up, I had to keep learning! In the future, I will practice as soon as I have time.
A week went by and I had almost mastered the rhythm of the movements. In class, it was soon my turn, I twisted my body ...... at this time I seem to run in a blue grassland, the wind softly caressing my face, the air is very sweet, the top of the head is a turquoise blue sky. After a while, I flashed my arms, jumping in the grassland, feeling really good. I was so intoxicated by the "dream" that I finished the dance without realizing it.
Dance this road is not good, along the way there are many difficulties to test my perseverance, I'm not afraid of suffering, step by step down to earth, tasted the effort
After the sweet fruit of labor. In the blink of an eye, five or six years have passed, I also graduated. Now recalling the past, can not help but smile with relief.