This day, when I came back from my Latin dance class, my mom greeted me with a smile on her face: "Baby, what moves did you learn today? Look at my waist, thin is thin, just no elasticity, why don't you teach me to dance Latin dance?" I see that my mom is eager to learn, so I agreed.
"Xu student, let's start the lesson now. You first lie down on the bed and I'll teach you the preparatory move of 'pulling the waist'." I immediately ordered in a teacher's tone.
"Yo! You're underestimating me, aren't you?" Mom retorted: "I'm so congenitally good, and I'm so smart, do I still need to practice such an unskilled preparatory movement as pulling my waist? Just start learning to dance!"
"No, if you don't learn to pull the waist well, you can't learn to dance. If you don't have a flexible waist, you can't even dance like a 'time step'!" I shook my head repeatedly, said seriously to "Xu students". Under my repeated emphasis, mom finally reluctantly went into the room in lying on the bed.
I first gave my mom a demonstration: I lie down on my back and bend my legs upward, grabbing my ankles with both hands, stretching my abdomen with all my might, lifting my head up and lifting my legs, and the whole thing becomes a curved boat. I stared and held my breath, held on for several seconds, and then let go. Mom watched my demonstration, grunted, and confidently mimicked my movements. "Up!" On my command, mom raised her head and bent her legs with all her might, but her hands couldn't grasp her ankles, they were still far away from them! Her whole body was like a stiff, long stone, her muscles were tight and there was no elasticity at all, not to mention a beautiful posture!
"To arch your stomach, bend your head and feet upward as much as possible!" I instructed in the tone of my Latin teacher, Mr. Wang. But my mom completely ignored my words and still didn't exert herself at all, continuing to be a stiff stone. I had an idea, brought a piece of mom's usual favorite chocolate bean cake, held above her head, "Want to eat it, right? Then lift your head up hard ...... or else, hey!" I pointed to myself, coercion. But "Xu students" completely not subject to my compulsion, hang on to the hands and feet of the head are hanging down the afternoon, pretending to sleep. I was furious, really hate iron is not steel ah! What to do? I had to ask my dad to help me. Dad rushed to the sound, took a deep breath, a hand grabbed mom's hands and feet, violently upward lift, mom in the air shaking, screaming, struggling, like a hunter caught desperately trying to escape the poor rabbit. Dad finally couldn't hold on any longer, and let go, and mom fell to the bed with a whimper, her face turning white.
"No more, no more learning, old Mr. Zhu, little Mr. Zhu you spare me!" Mom lying on the bed breathless begging us, "continue like this, my old bones are going to be torn apart by you guys!" After saying that, even hummed a little song.
"Get up and practice!" I yelled in my mom's ear, and she grabbed a pin and put it over her head, pretending not to hear me no matter how much I was yelling. I suddenly shouted: "Dad ......" mom really fell for it, a bony climb up, only to see him violently put his head and feet upward, a beautiful arc, wobbling a few times immediately stabilized. It seems, just now dad's "terror training" is very effective.
"That's great! You've passed! You can learn faster than me, you can officially learn to dance!" I encouraged. Upon hearing this, mom was as ecstatic as a praised child and climbed up to learn the Latin steps from me. Mom twisted and danced, square step, New York step, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, time step, fixed point turn ...... were not difficult to defeat her, fan step, open hip twist, closed hip twist, these combinations of steps did not scare her back. She was like a swan with her head held high, jumping lightly and moving quickly to the accompaniment of music. It seems that mom has quite a talent for dancing. A cha-cha-cha dance would pass muster.
"Xu, you can learn the rumba tomorrow!" I said to my mom with certainty.
"Huh?" Mom knew that the next task would be even more difficult.
At night, I dreamed that my mom was enthralled with the beautiful rumba music, dancing soft steps, looking very young and simply a brilliant and talented dancer!