Fan dances peach blossoms every year, but I don't know that every word is the soul. Who, when walking through the south of the Yangtze River, couldn't resist the excitement and circled the pen and ink? Who walked across the south of the Yangtze River and picked up the brush with a trembling sigh, pure and elegant? Who, when walking through the south of the Yangtze River, regrets that he didn't come earlier, but is glad that he didn't miss it ... Watching the peach blossoms still bloom and the fog disappear into the hazy sky, the poetry in the south of the Yangtze River is too strong and the beauty is too charming.
It was drizzling, and I suddenly looked back. See some souls that still seem to exist, find the words left by their lives, and look at the hearts of those who have lost and existed in a series of paths. That heart is on them and on themselves.
Wu Nong's soft words are intoxicating, and literati often come, which is not so much a yearning for fairyland life as an escape from real life. From complexity to clarity, just as The Peach Blossom Fan Master fled from the officialdom of Wenda University to the "Peach Blossom Forest" built by himself with words, it can no longer inculcate in those eternal teachings. Praise Tian Jun's chastity, lament a scholar's weakness, and cry about whose mountains and rivers-as far as his experience is concerned, this is enough.
In his view, love doesn't need to be perfect. I wonder if this is caused by the Jiangnan color in his mind? But for him, there is no doubt that love is interpreted as sadness and beauty. "A drop of blood, how many folding fans?" It is melancholy to ask him. He has just finished his tears and laughter as a playwright. Peach blossom fans lead masters, and masters lead history.
One-step absorption brings together a bloody cultural history of China, which is an evaluation, but I think that if he were alive, he would not want to hear such an evaluation, but he would like to see the world find his own shadow in his characters, and then change, hope, give up and cherish. The value and art of a Kunqu opera a hundred years ago after a hundred years is to be detached.
What is the true self under indifference, tenderness and detachment? The so-called pursuit of nothingness, even if it is a bitter pursuit. The master is gone, and the funeral is not over yet.
Is it as tender as water? Is it sad? Is it cute? Anyway, it's been sung for a long time. Things are different, Kunqu opera remains the same, and peach blossoms have fallen, so it is particularly memorable to wipe the back.
2. Composition topic: Fan dance (about 500 words) Dark flowers fly near dusk, and Jiangnan songs have disappeared.
Fan dances peach blossoms every year, but I don't know that every word is the soul.
Who, when walking through the south of the Yangtze River, couldn't resist the excitement and circled the pen and ink? who is it?
When I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, I picked up my brush and sighed with trembling. Is it pure and elegant? Who walked by?
When I was in Jiangnan, I regretted not coming here earlier, but fortunately I didn't miss it ... seeing the peach blossoms still in full bloom,
Looking at the misty tower in the distance, the poetry in Jiangnan is too strong and beautiful.
It was drizzling, and I suddenly looked back. See some souls that still exist and find them.
If our life is left behind, on a road, look at what is lost and what is left behind.
In the minds of existing people, it lies in them and in themselves.
Wu Nong's soft words are intoxicating, and literati often come here to say goodbye to fairyland.
The desire for life is an escape from real life, an escape from complexity to clarity.
Just like the "Peach Blossom Fan Master" fled from the officialdom of Wenda University to the "Peach Blossom" created by himself with words.
"Flower Forest", he can no longer go to Confucianism, one of those eternal teachings.
Fulfill his responsibilities to the country, society and himself. Praise the chastity of the lovely king,
Sighing scholar's cowardice, crying mountains and rivers belongs to him, because what he has experienced is enough.
Go ahead. In his view, love doesn't need to be perfect, and I don't know if this is the depth of his soul.
Produced by the color of Jiangnan? But for him, love is sad and beautiful, and it goes without saying.
Doubt. "A drop of blood, how many folding fans?" Ask him that he is very disappointed. He has just finished his work.
For a playwright's tears and laughter, the peach blossom fan leads the master, and the master leads the history.
One-step absorption brings together a bloody cultural history of China, which is an evaluation, but
But I think that if he were still alive, he would not want to hear such an evaluation, but would like to see the world in his eyes.
Find your own shadow in the characters and then change, hope, give up and do something.
Cherish the value and art of a Kunqu opera a hundred years ago in order to be detached.
What is the true self under indifference, tenderness and detachment? The so-called nothing to pursue
Even if you pursue it hard. The master is gone, and the funeral is not over yet. Is it as tender as water? Is it sad?
Is it cute? Anyway, it's been sung for a long time.
It is said that the world has gone with the wind, Kunqu opera remains the same, and peach blossoms have fallen, so it is particularly memorable to wipe the back.
3. Write a dance. When I was in kindergarten, I could sing and dance and asked me, "What's the name of this dance?
I don't want to be a dancer, but I like dancing, and my dancing talent has been fully exerted. I like dancing. I am a dance fan. That night, I just finished dancing and was even more excited. Suddenly, a teacher stopped laughing and wore black boots, dashing on the stage? "I only knew that there was the name disco in the dance, so I replied smoothly,' disco' made the teacher laugh again, afterwards." Camp soldier "is the program I performed in the last big class, three circles on the right."
Tell me about my dancing life. It's beautiful to dance with my skirt. By the middle and large classes in kindergarten, I have become a "celebrity" in my father's unit. I lead the dance, because many people don't know my father's name, and often hum songs at home alone, which is very handsome. The next day, everyone knew my name, and I was really "famous" and wore a red beret.
This kind of dance requires a lot of flexibility, and many movements require splitting and bending. Fortunately, I practiced ballet for several years and it was easy to do it. When we were wearing green uniforms, the interview teacher was amused by my funny appearance. I was interested in dancing when I was a child. The most impressive ones are Spanish Bullfighting Dance and Barracks Soldiers.
"Spanish Bullfighting Dance" is a kind of dance I danced in the middle class. It's my turn It's really "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers". I was very generous and performed a "left three laps" by myself. The performance was a great success. In order to practice dancing, I also suffered a lot. For more than four years, I am honored to be a member of the school dance team. Sometimes I dance to the beat of music on TV.
One year on Children's Day, it won a full house applause immediately. What's more exciting is my solo dance, which rotates and jumps for a while. Every time I do a difficult action, the audience will burst into applause. Teachers will interview one by one, and a program will be rehearsed in the garden. I like its aura and beauty. This dance is strong and rhythmic.
I heard that when I was one or two years old, I had a strong desire to perform and liked to dance in front of everyone. That twisting action often makes everyone laugh. I like dancing more and more as I get older. I thought they thought I was doing well. I go to the dance center for classes almost every weekend, rain or shine. Especially in the end, I have a unique style. I have led the dance many times. Looking back on many dances I have danced, the teacher said that I am a good prospect and should be cultivated well. Almost everyone knows me and calls him "Ye Dad". This shows how famous I am, and it is also the main reason why I am famous.
After the teacher's training, I twisted my neck, twisted my neck, and began to learn ballet in Xiaoxi Dance Center from the middle class of kindergarten. I passed the advanced exam this year, and now I am a student in Class 5. Sometimes you have to stick to it when you are sick. I really like this activity.
Dad also supports my hobbies, and specially installed a big mirror and a pair of handles for me at home. I will practice alone in my spare time.
4. Unforgettable Fan Dance Composition 450 words This morning, it was sunny and sunny, with white clouds floating in the blue sky and birds chirping on the branches. My father and I went for a walk in the Cultural Square.
As soon as I entered the square, I was fascinated by the bustling scene. Look! On the left side of the square, a group of white-haired grandfathers and grandmothers, dressed in white, stood under two thick and dense trees, absorbed in Tai Ji Chuan, with sweat oozing from their heads. In the sun, it looks golden. But they completely ignored it and still stretched rhythmically with beautiful music. What a healthy group of old people!
On the grass on the right side of the square, I saw some people dancing. They are dancing a cheerful fitness dance, full of energy.
Next to them are some old people performing fan dances. Although they took a fancy to last year's flower armor one by one, I saw them looking at the front calmly for a while, dancing happily with fans for a while, and their movements were very neat.
The square in the morning is really full of vitality. All kinds of sports can not only make people exercise, but also enrich people's lives. This is really a desirable sports venue! !
Dunnan Primary School Grade 5: China people! !
5. Write a composition and dance. At the end of a beautiful sentence, everyone has something he likes, just like my sister likes playing the electronic organ.
But I like dancing. My dream is to be a dancer! I have loved dancing since kindergarten. Every year on Children's Day, I will take a group of girls to write, direct and perform the dance Wahaha and I Love the Motherland ... that is, dancing in front of teachers and classmates. I am so happy.
Not only have I liked dancing since I was a child, but I still do. Every Spring Festival, I will show the posture I learned from TV to my elders, and they will improve again and again.
This gave me great encouragement and I was very excited. This year is very different from before.
I didn't learn it from TV this year, but from a dance teacher. I studied Latin dance, which is very beautiful.
I have studied for more than a year, and now I can jump to the next one! Listen to the teacher carefully in class, and remember every word of the teacher in your heart. Even if I am ill, I will go to class.
I learned Latin dance last year, and I didn't miss every class of my teacher, for fear of being left behind by my classmates. Originally, I was the tallest and biggest in the dance class, and I was not very flexible in learning any movements, so I was a little behind.
But I work hard. Over time, I became the "shining star" of the dance class. But instead of being proud, I practiced harder. I practice at home for several hours every day.
I was totally intoxicated with the dance. I heard that we will perform! How happy I am.
This is me, a little girl who loves dancing, and I will take the road of loving dancing in the future.
6. An unforgettable dance composition class. We stood in a row waiting for the teacher in our dancing clothes.
The teacher came into the classroom and told us the dance movements of the pre-school bridge today. We are all surprised, because it is difficult, and we are all playing drums in our hearts. The teacher began to tell us the essentials of action: "First, clamp your hands and raise them above your head."
Left foot in front, right foot behind, shift the center of gravity to right foot, put your hands on the ground, look up, turn your right foot first, and follow your left foot. After the turn, it will be shaped like a small waist, and finally it will be a small waist. "
Then the teacher gave us a demonstration, and we were all shocked. Can such a difficult action be completed? Can you learn? A series of questions recurred in my mind. The teacher asked us to practice alone. When it was my turn, my heart was pounding.
The teacher seemed to see the tension and said, "Nothing, it's just a simple action, nothing difficult." I was prepared with the teacher in fear and trembling.
"Start." I started flipping. Halfway through, the teacher grabbed my foot and I stood upside down in mid-air.
"Head up, feet straight, knees straight." As soon as the teacher's hand was released, I immediately turned it over.
How happy I am to see that I have mastered the essentials of this action at once! It is really "nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb."
7. Watch the dance and write a composition. Watch a dance and describe his dance. I studied Latin dance for two years, but later I gave up because I was afraid of hardship and fatigue. But the pain and joy I experienced in the past two years have been lingering in my memory, and the most unforgettable one is the unforgettable beating experience.
I remember it was in the summer vacation, on the eve of a competition, and the teacher trained more strictly than usual, but somehow, I was absent-minded throughout the class and didn't remember a dance step. Soon the second class will begin, and the teacher will check the training results of the last class. I'm in a hurry now, thinking, it's over, it's over, I can't do anything! Enthusiastic music began to play, but I stood like a Woodenhead and only urged my partner: "Hey, hey, you jump."
But because I was arranged by the teacher to dance the man's step, my partner would dance only when I jumped up. I grabbed my partner's waist and tried to remember the routine taught by the teacher just now, but I just couldn't remember it.
So I had to stare at other students and dance while learning. In this way, I am always slower than others and can't keep up with the rhythm of music. Everyone else is walking at a brisk pace, but I am in a hurry, which is very funny.
I stole a look at my teacher, who was staring at me severely. Although the air conditioner was on in the dance studio, the sweat on my forehead kept dripping. Soon, the teacher came up to me with a ruler, only to hear a loud bang, which hurt my leg.
But I dare not cry, I know, if I cry, it must be another foot. But it's too painful and terrible. I endured, tears streaming down like an open faucet.
"I didn't listen, but I'm not ashamed to cry. Do you have a face, you! " "pa!" The other foot, louder than before, even overshadowed the music. Faced with the angry reprimand of the teacher and the contemptuous eyes of the students, I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground.
Finally, when the class was over, I ran home with tears in my eyes and opened my trouser legs. I found that I was severely beaten twice by the teacher and it was red and swollen, but I was afraid to tell my parents because it was my own fault and I deserved it. The swelling didn't disappear until more than a week later.
A month later, maybe being beaten inspired my fighting spirit. My dance steps have been honed and become skillful and delicate. Finally, he was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, and unexpectedly won a second prize and a third prize. When I carefully stroked the medal hanging around my neck, I suddenly understood that it was really a decade's work under the stage. One minute on the stage, the audience went through a lot of hardships, and I was able to harvest a smiling face on the stage. Looking back on my dance path, although it was short and I experienced so many unhappiness, it made me grow up and understand the philosophy of life. Dancing like fire tempered my courage and perseverance and ignited my faith and hope.