After dinner, my mom and I stepped into the square cozy with the sunset.
? Strolling along the stone path, sniffing the fresh air around me, looking at the pedestrians, I slowly closed my eyes, enjoying this rare peace and quiet, and in my mind came to Che. In my mind, I thought of what Che. Mi?osz wrote in his poem "The Gift", "It is a happy day, I walk in the garden, I have nothing else to ask for in this world." I keep my head down, step by step, slowly stepping on the stone forward, humming the tune of the song, the setting sun shines behind me, pulling out a long shadow, and inadvertently looked up to find my mother standing at the end of the path waving at me, I accelerated the pace, walking towards my mother.
? Facing the evening breeze, I watched the sun sink a little to the west, shining brightly as it was about to be covered by the mountains. The clouds in the sky were like a colorful haze coat, and the surrounding scenery turned gloomy. More and more people came to the square, most of them wanting to enjoy a cozy time on the last day of the weekend, the nearby stalls lit up their plaques, and the street came to its most prosperous moment of the day .
In a sound of gongs and drums, the square twisted rice-planting song, behind a little boy hastily dragged his parents' fingers pointing to the rice-planting song, said, that is the traditional Chinese culture! I was surprised, mom said, "Such a small child knows more than you." I was speechless.
? Yangge team is not very large, mostly square dance aunts and some onlookers to join the passers-by, of course, this passer-by which has my mother a, Xu was infected by the atmosphere, my mother can not help with the drums walked up the four character step, I encourage my mother to go to the team, at first my mother is still a little bit squirming, just a very small amplitude demonstration of how to walk in the Yangge steps around me to show me, tugged at me to walk with her. I followed my mom's footsteps a few times, but still lost in the movement is not coordinated, can not keep up with the dance, by mom laughed for a long time. Mom saw this and had to give up the idea of going to dance with me and twisted after the group.
At first, the action is a little rusty, and then gradually smooth up, mom hands although there is no fan and silk, but also jumped in style. I became a little fan of the mother next to me, holding a cell phone excited to follow the pace of the mother, took a lot of pictures, the mother will turn around from time to time to the camera than a yes, and then back to the team. She would turn to the camera and give me a "yay" before returning to the line. She would also proudly say to me, "Look at me, I'm not a bad dancer! I was often amused by my mom's movements. When the noise of the gongs and drums stopped, my mom returned to me and told me that next time she would buy two fans and bring me along to twist.
I laughed and mom said, now popular "seaweed dance", is that "like a seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed seaweed, swaying with the wind," said while jumping up. In the night, my mom and I slowly walked in the direction of home
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