I like dancing since I was a child, so my mother decided to take me to the Children's Palace to learn dancing. On a hot Sunday, my mother really took me to the Children's Palace to register. When I saw the students dancing in the ballroom, I danced with them. The teacher saw me, smiled and pulled me into the ballroom and introduced me to my classmates. In full view, I was a little shy and bowed my head. I feel honored that my classmates warmly welcome my new friends.
Then, we begin our class. The teacher asked us to leg press first, put our legs on the pull rod, and then put our breasts on the leg press, legs. Oh, dear! It's hard for me. My knee is crushed to death. Just after pressing my leg and not catching my breath, I came up with a shoulder press. It's hard for my waist. I am exhausted. I just wanted to sit on the ground when the teacher gave the order again. Let's kick separately ... "Ouch! Oh, my God! It hurts me! " No matter how much I complain, I have to obey orders in the end.
What's more, the teacher told us to bend down, and the teacher helped the students bend down one by one. Students who pass the waist are called pain. As soon as I saw it, I was even more nervous. Soon, it was my turn. The teacher helped me bend over. I was in great pain. I couldn't help it, so I let go and listened to "Bang!" Bang, my body fell heavily on the ground and landed on all fours! I cried in pain, and then I got used to these basic skills.
Look! This is the most unforgettable and funny thing in my childhood, but I still like dancing, even though it is so difficult!
I need to write down the process of learning to dance in 400 words when learning to dance. My extracurricular life is colorful, among which my favorite extracurricular life is learning dance.
I once studied Latin dance for a year, but later I gave up because I was afraid of hardship and fatigue. But the pain and joy I spent in the past year have been lingering in my memory, and the most unforgettable one is the unforgettable beating experience.
I remember that it was in the summer vacation, on the eve of a competition, the teacher trained more strictly than usual, but somehow, I was absent-minded throughout the class, and I don't remember a dance step taught by the teacher. Soon the second class will begin, and the teacher will check the training results of the last class. I was in a hurry and thought, it's over, it's over, I can't learn 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 kept flowing downwards. I only heard from the teacher that you didn't listen in class just now, so you have the cheek to cry. Do you have a face? ""Bang! " Another kick, louder than just now, even over 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, perhaps because the beating inspired my fighting spirit, my dance steps were honed and became 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 ten years' work under the stage, and it took one minute to win everyone's applause on the stage after all the hardships.
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. Dance is like a fire, which tempered my courage and perseverance and lit up my faith and hope.
3. Enjoy the process of "dancing". Composition lighting, music, fancy clothes, dancing shoes ... I spin and jump, indulge in the agility of dancing and enjoy the process of "dancing".
I still remember when I was in kindergarten, the teacher often took everyone to sing and dance together. At that time, I was the best dancer. I don't know if it's natural or intoxicated. From then on, I liked dancing.
Although the so-called "dance" at that time was only simple and common physical movements such as clapping hands, turning in circles, swinging in the air, and twisting hands with children's songs, I just enjoyed it! Whenever I sing folk songs with my friends, my hands will dance unconsciously, then my feet, and then my whole body will be active in folk songs. I only know that I want to dance, because it makes me feel happy and beautiful.
I enjoyed this "dancing" process when I was a child. Later, because of this love, I began to learn "real" dance.
At first, practicing basic skills made me flinch. Bending over to cheat, leg press bending over, these boring and painful things shocked me.
I realized that learning to dance is not easy, and it takes a lot of effort. But whenever I see those "butterflies" dancing on the stage, stretching their soft and graceful waists and jumping lightly to draw a beautiful arc, I will naturally cheer for them, but at the same time I feel sad.
Presumably, these "butterflies" have paid a lot for taking off, but it is these efforts that have brought today's shine! From then on, I no longer flinched because of the hard work of practicing basic skills. I take every exercise seriously. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight …" I enjoy every beat, because it will be a beautiful sunny day after the storm.
In fact, this kind of hard work is not a kind of enjoyment? Ten years later, I fell in love with her-dancing. Under the stage, in front of the mirror of the dance classroom, I shed too many bitter sweat and tears, and that mirror witnessed my every dance.
On the stage, I wore a gorgeous and stunning dance skirt, dazzling headdress and beloved pointed shoes tied to my feet. Under the chase of the spotlight and the haunting of familiar notes, I whirled and jumped with dreamy rhythm, my feet touched the stage, my hands were soft and boneless, and my soft waist swayed with the wind. I am really drunk! Every cell in my body is stretching. I hold my head high, my neck stretched out, and my hands stretched out from my shoulders to my fingertips ... I seem to have fallen into a dream, intoxicated with music, dancing flexibly with the beat and enjoying it! I love dancing, I am obsessed with dancing, I am intoxicated with dancing.
I enjoyed the process of dancing to my heart's content.
4. How to write a composition of at least 600 words about dance? I like dancing. When I was a child, I sat alone by the TV and watched the dancers dance to the music on the brightly lit stage.
From that moment on, I fell in love with dancing. I used to be an introverted girl. I often watch TV at home. I like watching cultural programs. Whenever I see actors wearing beautiful skirts and becoming the focus in front of everyone, I envy them.
This dream was born quietly in my heart, and it was realized by hard work. So I signed up. I signed up for a dance interest class.
I practice in the dance classroom every day. First of all, I have to bend down, leg press, in order to have good flexibility. I feel very painful every time, but when I think of Hawking, I feel too weak. Hawking was disabled all his life, but in order to realize his dream and overcome difficulties again and again, shouldn't I follow his example? In the morning, I practice basic movements before eating. Even if my back aches and my legs ache every day, I still don't give up, because this is my dream. Although I sweat a lot every day, it's worth it.
As time went by, the interest class held a dance competition to test the performance of the following students. Because I usually work hard and dance well, the teacher is wrong, so the teacher decided to let me take part in the competition. Seeing the teacher's expectations of me, I will not let her down.
On the day of the competition, after all, it was the first performance, so I was a little nervous. I am always timid in the face of so many people. At this moment, the dance teacher came up to me and said; "Relax, dancing is like a painting. As long as you are good at embellishment, it is always beautiful. Believe in yourself, come on! Show your own style. "
After listening to the teacher's kind words, I am more confident. I was full of energy and gave a wonderful performance on the stage, which won unanimous praise from the judges. I won the championship at the final award ceremony. My happy mood can't be expressed in words. Fireworks bloom for me, and classmates and teachers cheer for me. I deeply felt the joy brought by dancing! Dance exercises people's will and increases their strength to overcome difficulties. Because of this big stage, I can play myself better. I like dancing.
5. composition; Learning the stories and feelings in the process of dancing is an art, graceful dancing, edifying people with beauty, graceful and fascinating. Looking at the beautiful dance, I was really envious, so I stepped into the career of learning dance.
At first, I was relieved. It is a graceful teacher who teaches us to dance. She is very strict in teaching. At first, we practiced leg press. We put our legs on the pole and put our upper body on our legs with all our strength. I repeatedly shouted pain, ready to relax, but the teacher's stern eyes shot at me, and I quickly held on. The teacher encouraged us with gentle language and made us persevere. I tried my best to endure the pain, bite my teeth and encourage myself silently. Finally, in two weeks, I mastered leg press's movements. Leg press's pressure is good, a word is a cinch. The teacher taught us several difficult movements: bending, lifting the back of legs, lifting the legs high, turning back and forth, rowing, lying legs and standing legs. When practicing the lower back, I am always afraid of falling. The teacher helped me, and I bent down slowly, and my hand had caught my ankle. I am very happy. I tried to bend down by myself, but I couldn't blow out the flame of confidence again and again. I practiced for countless times, and finally, E69DA5E887AA7A686964616F31332613162, I succeeded. Other basic skills, I am also trying to practice, it hurts, bite my teeth, try to stick to it, and over time, it will be fine.
Dancing requires immeasurable efforts and sweat to irrigate and make the flower of success bloom perfectly. I stood on the stage, filled with a joy I had never had before, and remembered the ups and downs of my dance career for a long time.
6. I learned how to write a dance composition. Great! My mother signed me up for a dance class, and my dream of becoming a dancer is finally coming true!
The dance teacher's surname is Wu She has orange hair and likes to wear a braid. Her big eyes are embedded in her eyes like two small crystals. Her mouth can be called a veritable cherry mouth. She is very slim. Although she is strict, I like her very much.
Finally, on Saturday, my mother took me to dance and finally arrived. I looked at it, yeah! Do the leg press! I'm most afraid of leg press, because leg press is very painful, but I don't slack off and have no rest. I have been gritting my teeth and insisting: "One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight ..." Finally, after a series of efforts, it stopped hurting in leg press, and I was always praised by my teachers. At that time, I didn't even want to mention how happy I was.
The second thing I have to overcome is the lower back and bifurcation. Because I have practiced splitting before, I can still hold back the pain. However, my waist is not so easy to lower. First, one of my classmates helped me down so as not to hit my head on the ground. However, when I practice by myself, it is not so easy. I either rushed down with a bang or collapsed to the ground. Like last time, I didn't give up, but kept practicing. After countless failures, I finally tasted the joy of success. I danced and screamed, and I was happier than last time, because I could already practice dancing.
This is great, I'm so happy!
7. Composition about your dancing experience (more than 500 words) Last Friday, our fifth-grade choir students came to school wearing beautiful chorus costumes and bright red scarves. Because at 3: 30 in the afternoon, I will take part in the video contest of "Singing Red Songs and Reciting Classic Poems" in Wuxia Town. We participated in the programs "Singing Two Little Boys Let the Cowherd Go" and "Song of the Young Pioneers".
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the students proudly came to the music classroom and lined up quickly. Everyone is full of confidence and ready to fight this war. Suddenly, a familiar figure came in. It turns out that President Cai came to see our performance. My heart immediately excited, I thought: I must accompany the role of "grass" to make the finishing point. I'm dressed in green, as green as grass, so cute!
Piano accompaniment began, and I immediately entered the role: when the second primary school was playing, our grass was in a happy mood and our faces were full of smiles; When the second primary school brought the enemy into the ambush, our grassland was also very tense; When the second pupil fell to death on a big stone, our grass was so sad that it shed tears ... My feelings changed with the change of the plot, and I felt very devoted and successful. But when I was doing the last pose, I accidentally didn't do it well.
After the chorus, some students complained that I was deliberate and said that I was very delicate. I quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." But they still whispered and didn't forgive me at all. The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I told this story to Miss Yang, the dance teacher. Teacher Yang comforted me and said, "They are also thinking of the collective. Actually, your last move was quite good. As long as the teacher is satisfied and you feel good, don't worry about what others say. "
Yes, "go your own way and let others talk!" " "Please correct some of my poor writing.
8. Learn dance composition, pay attention to the process and express your feelings 1. September 3 rd-school starts! I have been promoted to middle school! I have been in school for more than a month, and I am used to junior high school life. In less than half a semester, many interesting things happened.
What impressed me most was learning to dance during recess. When I first learned about it, I couldn't help being taken aback-no kidding! Let girls dance with boys, and the action is so strange! The sky is falling, but fortunately I haven't, and there are zenith pillars. I dance with girls! Yeah! Next, the process of learning dance changed from fresh to boring.
At first, the students were curious and fresh. The first action is to move your feet left and right, hand and partner high-five, try it. Fortunately, it can be done.
The next step, just like Hou Yi, I felt very proud, as if I had opened my bow and shot the hateful sun into the sky. The third step is high five. Boys reach out and invite girls to dance, as if they were attending a dance.
The momentum of the next step is very fierce! Swing with the left hand, punch with the right hand. Very aggressive. Learning to dance is full of fun.
In the process of practice, some students put their hands on the hands of another student because they are introverted; Some students are spinning around in a dizzy way; In the end, someone continued to dance, and a distinctive figure appeared in the neat team ... With the practice of the students, our team was much more neat, a little worse than the art class. After all, we tried! After school started, what impressed us the most was this incident, which made us realize the fun of junior high school life. Learning to dance during recess makes me feel fresh and interesting, as if I felt the pride of Houyi shooting the sun and the beauty of junior high school life! 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 of these two years have been lingering in my memory, and the most unforgettable experience is the unforgettable beating. 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. Dance is like fire, the green space in my heart rises to high school, and the learning pressure is much greater. I feel that time is not enough at once, and the weekend with three hours of dance class is even busier. My mother thought I was working too hard, so she asked me, "Why don't you quit the dance class and work for three more hours a week?" I shook my head without hesitation. "No, as long as I can persist, I won't give up dancing."
As soon as the words came out, I was shocked by the firmness in my words. Is that my tone? I wonder ... today, I still remember the first time I saw the dance. I was only four years old at that time, and my mother took me to see a dance performance.
The light on the top of the theater went out and it was dark all around. I felt scared and moved closer to my mother. Suddenly I felt my eyes brighter, so I looked up. The red curtain has been quietly opened, and a white beam hits the stage, revealing the outline of an actor.
When you are happy, you can dance. Smooth and graceful movements are presented one by one.
Unconsciously, I squatted on the back of the chair in the front row. I forgot my panic about the darkness and was completely fascinated by the art expressed by beautiful movements. After the performance, the actors began to take a curtain call. I took my mother's hand and rushed to the stage and said, "I want to learn this!" " "My mother squatted down and looked at me seriously:" It will be very uncomfortable and painful. "
I turned to look at the elegant curtain call figure on the stage and nodded firmly. Time passes slowly in sweat. Looking back, it has been more than ten years since I walked through the footprints.
Over the years, I have learned a lot of dances: selling papaya, burning small cloth, fan dance, Dai girl, joy, sparrow spirit ... I began to learn new dances. This time the name is very nice, "a green leaf".
Prop is a big fan, the fan bone is bamboo, the fan surface is soft silk, and the color changes gradually from ivory white at the fan bone.