Basketball
- Imitation of Ansai Waist Drums
A group of energetic teenagers.
At their feet is the green playground. They have the same smile as the sun on their faces.
The warm sunshine sprinkled on the playground and into their hearts.
They were calm and smiling. The basketballs that were close to them were bulging, as if they had never moved.
But look!
Once the fight was on, they were ruthless, oblivious, and lifeless. A dozen teenagers with eyes like gazes, like a hungry, angry bear. The desire for points jumped out of their eyes. Like a sudden rain, it was a sharp dribble; like a whirlwind, it was a quick pass; like a flying swallow, it was a light footstep; like a spark, it was a fierce collision; like a shooting star, it was an elegant three-point shot; like a bullfight, it was a shocking slam dunk. The school playground burst out of a how bold, how magnificent, how fiery game ah - basketball!
This basketball, so that the cold air becomes hot, so that the quiet sunshine becomes burning, so that the sleepy people immediately invigorated.
It reminds us of the cowboy movies of the West.
It reminds us of the Colosseum in Rome.
It reminds us of Guan Yu crossing the five hurdles and beheading the six generals.
Can't afford to play defense, can't afford to steal, can't afford to cover the hot pot. It's the goal, the score, and the ***.
Good basketball!
The cheers of hundreds of spectators, colliding in the endless, spotless sky, the sky suddenly became a loudspeaker, only to hear "Go! Come on!"
The cheers of hundreds of spectators reached the hearts of the people who were reading and resting, and the hearts of the people became megaphones, also "Go for it! Go for it!"
"Go for it! Come on!" The bold lyricism; "Come on! Come on!" of grim contemplation; "Go for it! Come on!" of sun-drenched *** beads of sweat; "Come on! Come on!" of the liberating relief of repression.
Good basketball!
The arms, legs, and whole bodies of the teenagers move powerfully, violently, and with great ups and downs. It shakes you, burns you, infects you, and it makes you feel the fun, fire and enjoyment of the sport never so brightly. It makes you marvel at how that one little ball can inspire unlimited endurance, and how those teenagers have such shocking power.
Basketball, ah, you cultivate such vigorous teenagers, and only you, have so much power.
Elegant golf is a nobleman's sport, and you can't play it on the playground.
Besides basketball, who else has such a shocking power.
What a basketball, what a group of teenagers.
Every action is full of ***, every action is energetic, every action is a perfect match of skill and talent. Every move mesmerizes and enchants with the enjoyment of the sun and takes your breath away.
What a blue ball that burns red in the Tianshan Mountains and flourishes with vigor.
The more you play, the stronger the form becomes a distinct and passionate flame.
The more they fought, the more the flames radiated light and heat.
More and more, pain and pleasure, calmness and impulsiveness, skill and talent, all intertwine in this movement! Spinning! Coalesce! Rushing! Radiate! Flipping! Sublimation! People, into a blanket; heat, into a blanket.
When it stopped, the students went back to class.
It seems to be back to a dull life.
The ear is a crisp bell.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it!
Da Yangge ~, in our Northeast, everyone knows, household name, who can twist on a section ~! Whenever the night falls, the size of the square, crowded with people, accompanied by the cheerful sound of suona and drums, from the inconspicuous squad, lined up into a long queue twisted up, and some small children from the side of the twisted to and fro. They all twisted their fans and handkerchiefs in their hands, regardless of gender and age, and were very happy.
The square vendors in the rice-planting team set up stalls next to a time the square is even more lively. The surrounding audience while enjoying, while chatting about the family life.
Every celebration or festival and New Year's Eve is also a rice-planting song. Every time, the people who twist the rice-planting song wear colorful clothes, some are dressed up as characters from traditional operas, and others ride small running donkeys, and they send joy to the people with all kinds of movements and dances.
Ah! Hometown rice-planting song, you for us in the Northeast spread how much laughter how much joy! You give people away how much fatigue and worry, you have become a part of our lives, you are like old wine, mellow and sweet, intoxicated with the hometown people's hearts! The people's lives in their hometowns have been beautified!
3. imitation Ansai waist drum tug-of-war essay 450 wordsFinally looked forward to Thursday afternoon. The students rushed down the stairs in high spirits for the tug-of-war.
Downstairs, I saw a thick and long hemp rope on the playground. Students consciously stand in line, Mr. Li could not stop explaining to us: "hard, must be hard ah!" I heard in the ear in the heart, secretly determined: must for the class to win, must win! Then I looked at my male classmates, all of them holding their heads high, stretching out their arms and saying, "We can definitely beat the other classes!" Confidence is high. "Please come up to the front of the fourth class and compete with the fourth and fifth class." The referee said. So everyone came forward, pulled the rope, and lined up in a "willow" shape. I was so nervous! My heart was pounding.
"Doh--" The whistle blew, and everyone's face turned red. The students' hands like a pair of big pliers tightly grasp the rope, some eyes round, gritted teeth, some eyes closed tightly, mouth has been shouting "hey - hey -" everyone! They all fell backward together, and the students next to them shouted, "Add oil, add oil:" It was a deafening sound. But we couldn't do it. Gradually, the little bell in the middle of the twine was getting farther and farther away from us, "Stop" said the referee forcefully. "Stop" said the referee forcefully. The cheering came from class four and five. The students cheered each other on and exchanged places to continue the game. "The whistle blew again, and the students took their time as they had done earlier. But this time, the little bells ran towards the fourth and fifth classes. The fifth class. In the end, everyone's hopes were dashed. Class 4.5 won.
This tug of war we lost, but the next time we will win, after all, failure is the mother of success, there is failure, there is success! Also let us understand, friendship first, competition second reasoning.
4. rewrite "Anser Waist Drum" essay 300 wordsThe grassy mountains, the breeze swept through the silence.
Fragmented sunlight squeezed out of the clouds, hazy gray drums, gray people, gray world. The cumulus clouds gradually opened, and the cowhide drum burst into dazzling light. One after another, the postulants, who were sitting quietly on the ground, stood up. Suddenly, the drums sounded. First, it was like a heavy bell, then like rolling spring thunder, and then like a boiling heart. Dressed in a color of black jacket and pants, head tied to the white goat belly handkerchief, waist tied to the red cloth belt of the sturdy Shaanxi Hanzi, foot thick loess, in the cowhide drums, under the encouragement of the dance up.
Each drum beat, are rich in rhythm; each drum beat, are powerful; each drum beat, are resounding heaven and earth. All drummers in the head of the road under the command of the drummer, drums dancing wildly, drumsticks waving, colorful silk fluttering, drums like thunder, shocking the earth, the sound force is compelling.
In an instant, the hall was shocked;
In an instant, the sound of the wind in the ears;
In an instant, the finger pointing sound, was dissolved by the drums, diluted, gradually disappeared.
By now, the postulants were dancing in good order. Sideways, head raised backward, left foot on the ground, right leg forward across the stirrups, both hands a high and low waving mallet drums, smooth and elegant, with tension and relaxation, rough and bold, strong and impassioned.
The tassels that fly, raise the earth in the sky; gusts of wind, blowing away the flying dust; bright sunshine, shining on the vast wasteland. A red and white figure, set off in the wasteland of the wild soaring! Forward, backward, kicking, turning, striking, jumping, as brave as a tiger, rolled like a dragon, sound, soaring and exciting, like no one's land!
The yellow dust rolls, the silhouette is in a trance, the sound of the drums in the sky and the roar of the students are intertwined, and everything no longer exists.
So, the heart in this drumming spread, spread, spread ......
Dancing wilderness, like a rough sea, a wave is not yet calm, a wave rises again. The wind rolled the waves, the waves rolled the wind, splashing around, gray vapor shrouded the air, the sea, heaven and earth. The sound of the wind does not stop, the sound of the water does not stop, the sound of the waves is more than that!
At this moment, the gongs and drums are fast, the oboe is tightly blown, the drums are more exciting, the vast white sand fills the whole wilderness, the big river like surging, the big river like roaring, the sea like magnificent. People, drums, sound, mixing, blending, cohesion! The sunlight shoots on the wilderness, flashing a dazzling light!
Once more the wind blew through the silence mingled with the dust, and the mind that had left it behind.
5. Imitation of the Ansai waist drum essay 500 words pianoI am not a poet, can not be depicted in exquisite verse.
I am not a painter, I can not use a variety of colors to dye.
I'm not a composer, I can not use the notes to convey.
I am not a sculptor who can sharpen jade with a knife.
However, I can only describe this amazing Latin dance performance with my own poor words.
It was like an angel that came down to earth to give us beautiful moments.
It was like a sunflower, giving us wonderful moments.
It's like a baby that shows us the treasures and gives us the happiest memories.
But, my friend, I'm just trying to do my best to talk about a beautiful Latin dance performance.
I don't dare to comment on how "essential" they are.
I'm just an admirer, but I'm willing to say what I feel in my heart to fly "beauty".
In an unforgettable afternoon -
Crisp, exquisite music opened the prologue, on both sides of the standing tall poplar. The atmosphere on the stage was solemn, but offstage, it was a cheer, they all hope to see the hot Latin dance a little earlier.
Soon, a beautiful girl came on stage, really dazzling flashes. She bowed y to the audience and looked up, her face clear and willowy, with an untainted smile.
She used her flexible body, long fingers, her gorgeous costumes, charming skirts, her extraordinary dance skills, wonderful music, moving like a light cloud, whirlwind-like fast turn, dancing out of the joys and sorrows of life.
We see her brows knitted, showing infinite sadness. Sometimes the smile is brutal, showing the joy of the sky, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like a wave, hitting the sea.
She was like the present day, and in the ecstasy of the dance she forgot the audience as well as herself.
The music stops after the last note of clean intake. A thrilling Latin dance stops.
What an exhilarating, unforgettable Latin dance.
------ imitation "Ansai Waist Drums" essay
6. I learned to play the Ansai Waist Drums essay 400 words"A group of Maoteng Tengteng's backwoodsmen," "as simple as that piece of sorghum," on the "Loess Plateau, bursting out of a how magnificent, how bold, how fiery dance wow ─ ─ Ansai waist drums." "Later life", young life, like the sun, shining, "Maotengteng" boiled with the warmth of life; young life "simple", not pretentious, not flaunt, not flaunt, like "sorghum", "the sorghum", "the sorghum", "the sorghum", "on the Loess Plateau," bursting out a how magnificent, how bold, how fiery dance wow - Ansai waist drum! Like the "sorghum" like no flashy and thriving, natural health; such life, is the original, not artificially decorated, not half a bit of pollution, unadulterated by any impurities of the complete life. Such a life rushing enthusiastically on the "Loess Plateau", the ancient land of the gullies, carrying such a young, passionate and perfect life, "Ansai Waist Drums" to give them a way of catharsis.
Overflowing with the life force of the "students", "look calm and quiet", life in the accumulation ***, waiting for the outbreak. Sure enough, they "a whack up on the hard, forgetful, lifeless", the passion of life once released, there is nothing to stop the power of the gushing. Here it comes: "like the rain, it is the rapid drumbeat; like the whirlwind, it is the flying fringe; like the chaotic frogs, it is the jumping feet; like the sparks, it is the pupil of the flash; like the fighting tiger, it is the strong wind". People are no longer the concept of "people", but simply the carrier of life, the carrier of power, only catharsis catharsis catharsis, jet jet jet jet, people and life and power unity.
. In the face of such a life, such a power, what will people do? Perhaps some people feel that such a life is too *** naked, too domineering, too brutal, but it will break the layers of people's hard shell, so that the life catharsis in heaven and earth, and do not have to be concerned about fame and fortune, do not have to worry about losing, do not have to be pale and emaciated, so that "all the redundancy left behind", "the pain of the mountains and rivers, flourishing the imagination! The mountains and rivers, the imagination flourished", so that people understand the reason why people are people, the reason why life is life.
7. Imitation of the Ansai drum scene description (200Basketball - imitation of the "Ansai drum" A group of energetic young people. The green playground is at their feet. Their faces were filled with the same smile as the sun. The warmth of the sun poured onto the playground and into their hearts. They were calm and smiling. The basketball that was close to them was bulging as if it had never moved. But look! Once they play, they are ruthless, oblivious, and lifeless. A dozen teenagers with glowing eyes, like hungry tigers and angry bears. The desire to score jumped out of their eyes. Like the rain, it was a sharp dribble; like the whirlwind, it was a quick pass; like the swallow, it was a light step; like the spark, it was a fierce collision; like the shooting star, it was an elegant three-point shot; like the bull, it was a shocking dunk. The school playground burst out of a how bold, how magnificent, how fiery game ah - basketball! This basketball, make the cold air become hot, make the quiet sunshine become scorching, make the sleepy people immediately invigorated. It reminds one of the cowboy movies of the West. Reminds people of the Colosseum in Rome.
8. Watching the "Thousand Hands of Guanyin" imitating the "Watching the Dance" or "Ansai Waist Drums" to write a composition of 300 words or less to reachWatching the Dance - "Thousand Hands of Guanyin" after watching
Curtains have just been pulled open, the deaf and mute performers shone brightly on the stage, and the audience immediately resounded with bursts of enthusiastic applause. The opening was so lively that I couldn't wait to see them perform in the canyon. However, I wondered if I could portray it in equally wonderful terms.
The deaf actors stood motionless on stage. "Ah! They look so beautiful!" So many people shouted. The only thing that dyed me sadly was: the slim figure of the actors, but only see that corner protruding out of that splendid costume; want to see their enviable face, but only see those hairs on the side of the forehead; want to take a clear look at that dazzling crown, but only see that strip of ornamentation on the side of the head. It all seemed like a thick and long colorful thread. But to my relief, Tai Lihua, who was standing at the very front, let us see clearly. I guess the actors at the back must have been shy, because there were too many spectators and they didn't want to come out to see us. Of course, it didn't matter, because I thought they must all be equally beautiful, as if I could already see them.
"Boom", suddenly, Tai Lihua seems to extend a million arms, the most noticeable is the yellow halo in their hands and thin and long nails. I just want to probe to see more clearly, they shrunk their arms back, a moment and then stretched out, constantly shaking the bright crystal halo and nails. This stretching and retracting was a sight for sore eyes. Again thunderous applause rang out again.
The long-awaited scene finally appeared. The music slowly and hungrily picked up the tempo, and the cast evacuated in several rows with fine dance steps. This moment allowed me to get a good look at their faces, and as expected, they did look pretty much the same, they were all that beautiful. "Ah! How come there are still male actors?" I couldn't help but shout out in surprise, but I didn't get an answer because everyone around me was already mesmerized.
Look! They're lined up again. The music of hunger is slowly soothing again. The "Goddess of Mercy" is back to its original tranquility. Tai Lihua has become a thousand heads and thousands of arms, and all of a sudden there is a peacock open screen shape. Their hunger for each dance is breathtaking. The applause at this time can be described as amazing.
Previously, I always thought that the deaf and mute people live in a silent world, so they must be very lonely and idle.
Today, I think I was wrong, and they can be successful. The Thousand Handed Goddess of Mercy is proof enough. It's just that in everything they do, they always have to work several times more than normal people. And all I can say to that is "Admirable!"