Roughly, the "Spirit of the Sparrow" is just an anthropomorphized peacock, but it is different from the Dai Peacock Dance that people are used to seeing.
The title "The Spirit of the Bird" reflects the creator's high demand for the work's connotation. Between hands and feet, it looks like the peacock is "standing up to the wind", "jumping and rotating", "spreading its wings and flying", but it is far more than just a simulation of the form, but the dancer But it is much more than a simulation of form, it is a mingling of the spirit and flesh of the dancer --- "peacock".
Yang Liping's original arm fluttering, in the slender, soft burst of life's passion.
Amazing, that's how I felt after watching The Spirit of the Sparrow. I never thought that someone could dance to such a level.
In the midst of the gentle music, Yang Liping gradually appeared. Her long skirt was white as snow, and she was obediently sticking to it. From afar, it seemed as if she was an unearthly peacock, a noble and elegant peacock!
Look, she moved, she danced! With her soft waist, flexible fingers, and light feet, she dances out of the mysterious realm. Her big eyes, in what kind of emotion to us; her mouth, one by one, sometimes up and sometimes down; her hair bun decoration, standing alone ...... gleaming wonderful eyes in the brow which! The red moist and small mouth is telling a long
far away story which! The gorgeous and noble bun is announcing the beauty of the gods!
I must say that my writing is too crude to describe in detail the noble beauty I see.
A peacock, in high regard. She sometimes trembles slightly sideways, sometimes spins sharply, sometimes moves slowly and gently, sometimes jumps and darts ......
Like a pool of water, struck by a stone, ripples, and swirls in a circle. The soft writhing of the left hand fingertips, a burst passed to the right hand fingertips. The long fingernails crystallized and sparkled, throbbing wonderfully. At first it was a slight little wave, then intensified, and finally released at that moment. Fluctuating in soft movements. Her delicate dance steps were suddenly as fast as flowing water, slowly moving like a streaming cloud, as light as rain, and as firm as striking stone. Regardless of the dance steps, they all gave people the feeling of softness with rigidity, and rigidity with softness. I can't help but nod my head.
Look, the long skirt flies up! O magnificent beauty! A true peacock! Would it surprise you to see a painting, suddenly traced with color? Rotate, step, look up, sublimate! All the emotions coalesce in the interweaving, expand in the coalescing, and explode in the expansion! The light of the dance enveloped the entire stage. She seemed to dance with more devotion. In tumbling she chose to soar!
Collectively, the music slowed, her movements slowed. We watched anxiously as she opened the screen and strutted. That confidence, out of trust in herself. She was stepping, and she sped up again! Once again she takes us into the realm of illusion and fantasy. There is only one peacock here, but countless others who want to be peacocks!
Also true and false, seemingly real and false. The soaring vigor is releasing lofty energy. The forgetful dancers are leaping with joy!
Gradually, slow, slow, pause, stop. Concentrated in the aperture, the peacock stopped the magnificent dance, quiet, stood up into a noble statue, but real gently trembling ......
Camera closer,, the stage lights up, projected on the delicate figure, become the focus of attention - amazing? Wonder? Perhaps all of them, like in a dream, no, this white beautiful "silhouette" moved; she, white dress in the light of the backdrop, pure to leap to the paper, dark back shrouded her, fuzzy face to give a person unlimited reverie ...... slowly, she is not limited to the tightly "natural". confined to close to the "natural" static beauty, accompanied by the soothing melodious music in the ear, the figure on the stage also danced; see clearly, clearly, the skirt tightly girded at the waist, the skirt naturally hangs down, hands pulled up into a peacock-like, suspended above the head, like a white lotus, pavilion, out of the mud and no dye; such as silver butterflies, dance, enjoy the natural The harmony of ...... are not, is a peacock, has a noble heart of the peacock, look, this, the sparrow alive: she suddenly side head caressing body, is the sparrow combing the feathers of the fine; suddenly turn around to drive the skirt, is the sparrow screen dazzling beauty; suddenly kneeling down and bowing his head, is the sparrow closed eyes resting in peace, and suddenly unfolded arms, is the sparrow spread wings to fly the idea of! ...... With the passage of time, in the unconscious close to the end, the music began to stir, she forgot to turn around, but also intoxicated, changing lights continue to flicker, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, it is not exactly the splendor of the open screen! ...... The camera is far away, she raised her skirt, standing between the stage ...... Perhaps the Ansai drums are a symbol of rigidity, then this is the eternity of softness, perhaps the dancers in the music has long forgotten the audience, forgotten the self, but the audience can not let go,, she, is a Noble peacock, she is a matchless "dance god"
The end, no, her silhouette again, mixed in the music ...... in the music of eternity, in the dance sublimation ... ... ...
Beautiful music and dancing vivid performance into one, so that people are in the scene, suddenly head high, seems to be looking; suddenly head down wandering, seems to be looking for; suddenly turn your head to peck body, seems to be combing ...... her in the light, seems unique. This beautiful dance shows the peacock's posture with its head and neck in the best way. Attracted butterflies, attracted fish, but also attracted some peacocks who envied it.
Every member of the audience stared, not wanting to miss a single detail of this exquisite dance
Her arms, head, neck, couldn't stop shaking, rhythmically shaking, from the fingertips of her left hand, all the way to the fingertips of her right hand, one after another, like a lake, like a ripple.
This dance, has a special temperament, has an extraordinarily beautiful, has a kind of speechless joy. The Chinese feast of nine autumn twilight, flying arm whisking clouds and rain. Yang Liping's original arm soft and boneless trembling, in the slender, soft and beautiful burst out of the passion of life
She smiled, with a calm and composed and elegant temperament. The peacock dance performed by Yang Liping shows the gentleness and beauty of women, which adds a unique flavor and charm to the peacock dance.
The music stopped, in the ears only applause.
It has always been y like Yang Liping, this Bai woman,
She was born for the dance, live for the dance and live.
She - is the most envied person in my life.
"The Spirit of the Sparrow" let me know her - and fell y in love with her
From then on, I couldn't get out of hand
She is the dancer of all the lives in the heaven and the earth,
Her dance will make me feel the rhythm of the life of the slightest,
Her dance will make me return to the nature, return to the earth, feel the love, and lead me back to the nature.
Her dance is very pure, with the beauty of a very pure heart
Because of her purity, she can easily take you to the dream world she dances in
Then you are a peacock, a fire, a soft rain, the holy moonlight
Then you are one of the two trees that become A branch that enjoys the love of spirituality and desire 。。。。。。
At that time you were no longer you, as she became the throbbing of life in the dance
Her dance interprets all the natural everything in heaven and earth
Her dance releases all the love she has for heaven and earth, for nature, for her home, for the nation, and for people
Afterthoughts on Yang Liping's "The Spirit of the Sparrow"
The "Spirit of the Sparrow" is a famous choreographer Yang Liping choreographed and performed the women's solo dance. It was premiered in 1986.
At a cursory glance, "Spirit of the Sparrow" is nothing more than an anthropomorphized peacock, but it is distinctly different from the Dai Peacock Dance that people are used to seeing.
The title "The Spirit of the Bird" reflects the creator's high demand for the work's connotation. Between hands and feet, it seems that the peacock "stands up to the wind", "jumps and spins", "spreads its wings and flies", but it is far more than a simulation of the form, it is the dancers! But it is much more than a simulation of form, it is a mingling of the spirit and flesh of the dancer --- "peacock".
Yang Liping's original arm fluttering, in the slender, soft burst of life's passion.
Amazing, that's how I felt after watching The Spirit of the Sparrow. I never thought that someone could dance to such a level.
In the midst of the gentle music, Yang Liping gradually appeared. Her long skirt was white as snow, and she was obediently sticking to it. From afar, it seemed as if she was an unearthly peacock, a noble and elegant peacock!
Look, she moved, she danced! With her soft waist, flexible fingers, and light feet, she dances out of the mysterious realm. Her big eyes, in what kind of emotion to us; her mouth, one by one, sometimes up and sometimes down; her hair bun decoration, standing alone ...... gleaming wonderful eyes in the brow which! The red moist and small mouth is telling a long story which! The gorgeous and noble bun is announcing the beauty of the gods!
I have to say that my own writing is rough, and I can not carefully depict the noble beauty I saw.
A peacock, in high regard. She sometimes trembles slightly sideways, sometimes spins sharply, sometimes moves slowly and gently, sometimes jumps and darts ......
Like a pool of water, struck by a stone, ripples, and swirls round and round. The left hand fingertips softly wriggled, a burst passed to the right hand fingertips. The long fingernails crystallized and sparkled, throbbing wonderfully. At first it was a slight little wave, then intensified and finally released at that moment. Fluctuating in soft movements. Her delicate dance steps were suddenly as fast as flowing water, slowly moving like a streaming cloud, as light as rain, and as firm as striking stone. Regardless of the dance steps, they all gave people the feeling of softness with rigidity, and rigidity with softness. I can't help but nod my head.
Look, the long skirt flies up! O magnificent beauty! A true peacock! Would it surprise you to see a painting, suddenly traced with color? Rotating, stepping, looking up, sublimating! All the emotions coalesce in the interweaving, expand in the coalescing, and finally explode in the expansion! The light of the dance enveloped the entire stage. She seemed to dance with more devotion. In the midst of the tumbling she chose to soar!
Suddenly, the music slowed, her movements slowed. We watched anxiously as she opened the screen and strutted. That confidence, out of trust in herself. She was stepping, and she sped up again! Once again she takes us into the realm of illusion and fantasy. There is only one peacock here, but countless others who want to be peacocks!
Also true and false, seemingly real and false. The soaring vigor is releasing lofty energy. The forgetful dancers are leaping with joy!
Gradually, slow, slow, pause, stop. Concentrated in the aperture, the peacock stopped the magnificent dance, quiet down, stood up into a noble statue, but real light trembling ......