When I was a child, I was weak and sick, and I was sick all year round. I go to the hospital at two ends every three days. The doctor saw me, lit my little nose and called me a "bug." In order to strengthen my physique, when I was four and a half years old, my mother enrolled me in a dance class. At first, I thought it was very simple to practice dancing, just twisting my ass and shaking my waist to the music. Unexpectedly, dancing is so hard to practice, not to mention "flat turn" and "front bridge", even the most basic "bending over" and "leg press" make me miserable.
The dance teacher is very strict, which makes me both admire and fear. What I admire is that he has good dancing skills. What I am afraid of is that no matter who makes a mistake or is lazy, he will knock a stick rudely. So I think dancing is a severe punishment. Every time I have a dance class, I can't help dropping a few strings of pearls. But my unyielding personality and my mother's encouragement make me full of confidence: "Nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid of a willing mind", and I will certainly be able to do what others can do, even better than others.
If you want to dance beautifully, you must start with basic skills. So, I begged my mother to give me a small class. Under the careful guidance of the teacher, I began to practice basic skills, carrying heavy sandbags, kicking my legs hard, doing sit-ups, and practicing kneeling on the hard floor over and over again, with my knees black and blue. I fell down, got up and practiced. Every time after class, I am panting and sweating. The next day, my legs even hurt the stairs. Once I practiced somersault and accidentally sprained my ankle. I gritted my teeth and kept practicing until class was over. As a result, my ankle was swollen like a "big bread", and my mother cried with distress. I also smiled and comforted my mother and said, "Now we don't have to cook at night."
So I practiced rain or shine for five years. "No pains, no gains", my skills are increasing day by day. I learned the difficult skills of "somersault", "tumbling" and "jumping deer" ... I became the monitor of the dance class and the idol in the eyes of my small class, and my classmates nicknamed me "Shi". Seeing my rapid progress, the teacher specially rehearsed a Mongolian dance "Riding on the Grassland" for me. When I was wearing dazzling clothes and dancing on the brightly lit stage with beautiful music, I heard the cheers and thunderous applause from the audience when I easily showed my beautiful dancing and difficult skills. At that moment, I felt extremely proud and proud. At this time, Hua Song burst into tears.
Although dancing is difficult, it makes me feel happy. Since I fell in love with dance, all kinds of viruses secretly broke up with me, which not only made me strong, but also made me a "little beauty" with stunts. I can also get rid of the intense study for a while and completely relax. At the beginning, some of my friends who practiced dancing with me gave up because they were nervous about learning, and some gave up because they practiced dancing too hard, but I persisted.
I like dancing. I want to say to my friends who love dancing, stick to it. Persistence can make us harvest sweet fruits.