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In the darkness, elegant music sounded.

A white light lit up quietly on the stage, just like a soft moonlight. Yang li Ping, a performer in an elegant white dress, gently lifted her skirt with one hand and spun it.

She raised her head slightly, like a lonely and proud peacock, dancing in the soft moonlight. She stood on tiptoe and began to spin. The white skin set off by the white skirt is particularly touching, and the autumn water at that glance makes the audience unforgettable.

She leaned over the stage, and the skirt that had been lifted had been gently covered on the ground in a disc shape. Then she got up slowly, one hand lifted her skirt, and the index finger and thumb of the other hand were slightly interlocked, making her look like a peacock's head-as proud as a peacock.

Accompanied by slightly sad music, she leaned down and stretched out her arms, shaking like waves; She buried her head in front of her group, as if thinking about something-perhaps telling her loneliness.

But she stood up again, and the skirt flew with her raised feet. After a beautiful arc, a circle of patterns wrapped around her-perhaps because she was happy to come to this quiet place.

So she danced, looked up, bowed her head, possessed herself, bent down, swayed, rotated and jumped, showing her beauty in the faint sadness hidden in the moonlight.

Away from the smoke, away from the world, no quarrel, no snatch, only peacock solo, only soft moonlight, only quiet moonlight.

Just like a Bai Lianhua, there is no rich color or fragrance of other flowers, but this simple and elegant color and faint fragrance are particularly pure and beautiful in this silver moonlight, because "when the moonlight blows."

In the dark, a bright moon appeared, and Yang li Ping looked up again, with a skirt in his hand, and made a triumphant appearance.

This lonely peacock was thus frozen at the most beautiful moment.

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It was dark and quiet on the stage, and there was no sound at all. It seems that I can't even hear the breathing. Gradually, a sad song sounded louder and louder. On the stage, a figure appeared. She's spinning, she keeps spinning, she keeps spinning beautifully. Her spinning clothes are like beautiful white feathers of a peacock.

Gradually, the music added a little sadness to Xiao Sheng, and her hands changed. She touched her index finger with her left thumb, and the gap in the middle was like a peacock's eyes. The other three fingers are all upright, but they are different. The gap in the middle is as equal as calculated, just like a peacock's feather. The whole hand is equivalent to a peacock's sensitive little head, and her arm becomes a peacock's slender neck, where it keeps twisting.

Suddenly, she spun again and stopped at a small place. She lay down, her arms naturally opened, just like the two wings of a peacock, constantly twisting, just like symmetry, but every twist was like solidification, and it solidified at that time, and I was like solidification. Gradually, gradually, she twisted faster and faster, as if she had no bones, as if she were swimming in the water, as if she would fly away at any time.

She stood up and began to spin again, this time faster and faster, as if trying to break away from something. She stopped again, and in this sad rustle, there was another sad violin sound. She stood on one foot, like a peacock's feet, her hands spread out, like a peacock's wings, her clothes spread out, like a peacock's feathers. She stood there motionless, motionless, as if frozen at that time, and I froze. At this time, everyone was fixed by her, and she began to spin again. This time, the rotation becomes longer and longer. With the change of music, her hands seemed to become the wings of a peacock, flapping and twisting. She is going to fly.

She stopped and started running, running, dodging and flying to the right.

The light dimmed and gradually changed to her, leaving only her soft lines. She began to spin again. Her feet seemed to be peacock's feet. She seemed to be running away.

When I blinked, she had fled, fled to the moonlight, flew to the moonlight, and flew away with the last Xiao Sheng. What is left to the audience and the world is infinite emotion ...

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The screen was dark, and at first I almost suspected that the computer was black. With the soft music playing, a girl loomed on the screen. Yes, she is the famous dancer Yang li Ping. Her long skirt is as white as snow and has a peacock pattern on it.

She is dancing gradually! Soft waist, flexible fingers and light dance steps are all perfect! From a distance, it looks like a peacock who doesn't eat fireworks!

Her flexible hands swung flexibly in the air. From arm to finger, keep bending. A flexible peristalsis, such as a soft and playful jellyfish in the blue sea, dances lightly in the blue sea, showing artistic charm, flexibility and vividness. Like a noble and elegant peacock, she proudly looked up and showed the world her beauty, elegant appearance, calm manner and royal luxury. I really can't find the right words to describe her elegant appearance. She showed me the most elegant peacock.

I was shocked! When the long skirt flies, she spins, steps onto the stage, looks up and sublimates. The graceful movements of this series of dances are full of praise and amazing. On the stage, she was completely immersed in her own dance, dancing and spinning on the stage with the rhythm of music. She sometimes shivers sideways, sometimes spins rapidly, sometimes moves slowly and lightly, and sometimes jumps and flies.

The music slowed down slowly, and her movements slowed down gradually, and her hands danced like snakes. Twisting her waist and gently shaking her head, the light blue pleated skirt drew a circle in the air with her rotation, and the beautiful arc made her like a lotus floating by the pool, muddy and not stained.

The night is dim, leaving only the bright moonlight as a foil, gently twisting her arm. Gradually, slowly, the gorgeous dance stopped, and it became a noble statue, like a proud peacock standing in front of my eyes and fixed in my heart. ...............