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 countless times, and finally, everything paid off, and 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.