Write down this title, I can not help but think of a person, want to have some heart pain: it is their own past, at a very young age.
At that time, the ballet "the white haired girl", "the Red Detachment of women" as the flowers in full bloom in the proletariat is blossoming red fields. This time God two flower flower to the barren landscape hush to beauty atmosphere, at the age of 16, I greedily breathe oxygen, like a child. My night and day belong to Xi Er and Wu Qinghua. Both &ldquo and ” the north wind, no matter; “ evergreen directions toward the red zone &rdquo, the melody; the dance, let me intoxicated, fascinated me. With love, I attended the school propaganda team. Whenever two lessons in the afternoon after school loudspeakers playing time propaganda team rehearsal, my heart will be filled with joy, I always put the books into the bag at random, bounded, escape. The rehearsal place is usually the small hall of the school, the place, often by the time I arrived, the band's sound the trumpet and violin cello has such as the spring like one after another, the sun hanging in the hall window, put that afternoon against the very best.
However, the day did not last long, my joy and beauty in a haze in the morning came to an abrupt end. That morning, on the way to the mall, a female classmate stopped me and said, propaganda team teacher demanded my ballet shoes, my role as she replaced. Originally, I was unbearable League was inexplicably gave it back to us for the school to move angered, will I get rid of the propaganda team. I silently took out my love from the bag, a pair of white, a pair of pink. When I am holding shoes, hold back the tears, handed it to her, I heard my pleasure to places closed to me sounds that every afternoon. Turn around, my tears run out of … … 16 year old dance, flower buds have not had time to bloom, will be cut off.
Since then, the dance became a dream.
Many years later, I carried my memory, in the name of fitness, walked into my dream.
The old university dance class, a group of middle-aged women in the rotation, Pentium surging waves, a tide of youth, a familiar and melodious sound of music, they are like flowers in full bloom, like the wings of the birds, the daily ordinary shell from them off, they use body language in a man and dance associated with their appearance after be not of the common sort, be hardly worthy of belief girl Ban Chuchu. Look, the teacher, beautiful appearance, good posture, her dignified in music as a goddess, a lock of hair falling in white face, she is a holy and beautiful appearance. Who believes she has over 60 years of age?! Dance in the instant that one glorious moment, can let a person in the sublimation and forget, to become their own to become a man. What an admirable woman! She rose in the dance, she don't want to dirty the earthly dust, years old now, don't want to attack her, her head of youth through the time barrier, and she is in the Peach Garden, enjoying the love light … …
At this point, I understand: the dance was originally dedicated to their love! I am in the heart of pure love to dance, I had the feeling of flying, though short, but I dance in the stretch and driving experience.
Now, I took the first love at the age of 16, like a fish like swimming in the river of love, I began living together for many years and my body in the dialogue. I believe that the dance is no longer a dream, it's too long love will burst into flames, it will melt me down in the waves of love, every inch of my muscles and joints for dance and lush, every vein and meridian I will open my body for the dance, and the heart of the capital. Must be in the dance, spring. At this time, nothing can make me think of the pain, whether juvenile depression bitter, hard hard adult, or sooner or later coming years. No!