It's best to dance in the air at midnight. It's wet and smells a little mysterious. I walked barefoot through the corridor in a pair of sports shoes for fear of waking my sleeping classmates. Across this corridor is our practice room. At this time, there is generally no one in the practice room, but if it is two hours late, there may be no room for legs. I have been in this troupe museum for two years, but I still can't like dancing, because I can't dance well. From the beginning of the first class, Miss Li, who teaches dance, said to me, "It's strange that every movement of yours is right. Why don't you feel in place? " How should I know? I came to learn acting, not to be a dancer! Besides, is it wrong? I thought to myself. With this contradictory idea, I can't learn dance well, and I can barely pass every exam. This score is obviously not good-looking on my all-A report card, but there is nothing I can do. I always thought that talent could not be changed. If not, then not. In fact, Miss Li is a very good tutor. He is very serious about each of our students. He always takes pains to demonstrate for us in class. He has absolute professional standards. In my opinion, he is 1.8 meters tall and looks like the dancing king Tao Jin. There must be many girls who regard him as their idol. But this Mr. Li is very strange He seldom talks to students except in class, and I am the dancing idiot who gives him the biggest headache. He usually only says one thing to us, that is, "one day you will know that there is nothing better than dancing. Really, it is better to dance." I made up my mind to practice dancing well. Two months ago, a crew came to the college to find a supporting role for their film. Mr. Li recommended me to them with excellent professional performance. But they finally chose Zheng Wu, who was inferior to me in all aspects, because it was a role in which one third of the camera was dancing, and Zheng Wu began to learn ballet at the age of six and was famous for his good dancing. Afterwards, Mr. Li said to me, "This is just the beginning. If you can't face up to your weaknesses, you will encounter more setbacks. A good actor is good at everything! " I heard this sentence. From that day on, I gave myself extra lessons and always got up an hour early every day to practice the basic skills of dancing. After two months, the effect is obvious, and I feel much more dominant. After a long time, the students couldn't sit still. Everyone knows that the competition in the entertainment industry is fierce, but how many people know that this competition actually started from the school? As a result, the number of people who get up early to practice private work is increasing day by day, which disturbs the normal order of the library and the library has to come forward to stop private classes. So I came to the training room three hours early today. (1) Go to the door of the training room, bend over and put on training shoes, and start preparing for the exercise. Suddenly, I heard a song, vaguely a girl's voice, in the abandoned small practice room next door. I walked over and saw a girl wearing red dancing shoes. She didn't seem to realize my existence, but danced around. I heard you clearly this time. She sang: "Little gyro, turn and turn, turn to the end of the sky. Gyro, turn and turn, turn to your side. I'm Xiao Qiao, I spin for you, I'm song for you ... "She dances with her own singing, and her movements are flexible and powerful, and every gesture is full of charm. I couldn't bear to disturb her, so I sat cross-legged at the door and became her only audience. "Gyro, the spirit spinning with life has exhausted life for love and spun tenderness for you ..." Her singing became bitter and her dancing became more lingering. At the climax of the dance, she spun quickly with one foot, once, twice, three times ... She turned more than ten times, and finally ended the whole action with an on-site own goal twist. In our school where dancing is not the first major, it is really amazing. I really can't help clapping for her. The girl seems to be still immersed in the tragic atmosphere of the dance. She lay on the ground for a long time, as if she didn't care about my gaze. I stood up gently and didn't want to disturb her again. I want to start my own practice. I went back to the training room and just practiced a few basic movements when the girl came in. Like me, she didn't talk to me, just stood at the door and looked at me with a smile. I knew she didn't want to disturb me, so I gave her a clear smile and continued to practice my kung fu seriously. "Do you know what your problem is?" After watching for a while, the girl suddenly asked. I stopped, looked back at her blankly and shook my head-this is also a problem that has been bothering me. "You are not dancing with your heart!" Although the girl's words were harsh, they hit the nail on the head. Indeed, every time I dance, I don't know what I'm thinking, sometimes it's a mathematical formula, sometimes it's an English word … I always feel that learning this thing is to make good use of every minute. But is this really a diagnosis of the problem? I'm a little confused. "Yes, the problem is as simple as that." She seemed to read my mind and gave the answer directly. "For a good dancer, she is using her body to express her language, not just to do actions. Do you know that?/You know what? I have always thought that a dance is a poem. " "Poetry?" I don't understand. I have always been interested in poetry, but I don't understand what it has to do with dance. The girl smiled again. Her smile is always so faint, so gentle, but there is a gentle power that beckons me to listen. "Yes, it's a poem, a meaningful poem." She said seriously, "Little Gyro is a poem written by myself. Isn't this a beautiful dance? Do you want me to teach you to dance? " Her calm face suddenly showed a longing expression, as if afraid of my refusal, but how do you think I gave up such a good opportunity? "You close your eyes first and imagine yourself as a little gyro. You have no feet at all. If you don't turn around, you will fall. There is only one person who can make you turn, and your whip is in his hand ... "She kept talking, her delicate eyes closed, her long eyelashes were a little too bloodless, and her face trembled slightly, which is beyond words. I closed my eyes with her as if I were hypnotized, and her beautiful voice sounded in my ear ... "Good! Great, this is the feeling! " Suddenly, she gave me a light shout and woke me up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was dancing with her explanation, and the movements were more gentle and lovely than I had ever had! At that time, I couldn't tell whether I was dancing with her rhythm or she was talking with my movements ... "Do you think so? You can do it! " The girl's face glowed faintly, and the happiness looked like what a great thing I had done. But God knows, these movements are the simplest in dancing, and I am so stupid that I can never dance well. I don't know how I did it today! "It's a pity that I can't teach you today." She looked back at the white belly color of the fish outside the window and said regretfully, "I am an alternate student, so I can't use your formal training room during the day." I will be scolded if I read it! " "I see. No wonder I've never seen such a prominent figure. Our school library not only recruits a certain number of students every year, but also often recruits some alternate students with good majors but problems in cultural courses. After a period of cultural tutoring, some of them were selected to formal student classes, which is what we often say. To put it bluntly, this is actually a way for the library to take out income, so I can only come to the library to make up lessons at night. I didn't expect this excellent girl to do the same. " My name is Shuishui, and I'm from the Class of 98. You can ask me questions in culture class in the future. Would you like to be my little dance teacher? "I suddenly thought of this method of mutual assistance that I think is wonderful. She smiled and said, "Well, my name is Hong Ling, and I will teach you to dance at this time every day. But I already have a tutor at home, so you don't have to be distracted for me. I know your class is also quite heavy. ""I really don't know how to thank you, Hong Ling. "I was moved by her words, and I sincerely extended my hand to her. She looked at my hand and hesitated. She said, "My hands are too cold. Sorry, I should go. See you at the same time tomorrow! " Say that finish turned and ran away, the corridor has already begun to have the footsteps of early classmates. (2) In a blink of an eye, Hong Ling and I have been studying her Poems and Dances for more than a month, and I can already dance the little gyro with dignity. Strange to say, since I met Hong Ling, my interest in dance has been increasing day by day. Seeing my dancing performance improve gradually, even Miss Li was surprised by my rapid progress. Fortunately, my efforts are obvious to all, so no one else has any doubts about it. Only Zheng Wu came up to me sourly and said, "Good water, now you will surpass me, and the' College Star' at the end of the year is definitely yours! "In fact, the selection of' College Star' is also a way for our college to make money, that is, talent shows are held among fresh graduates at the end of each year instead of professional graduation exams. Of course, someone will automatically sponsor such activities. Our library is very famous in this town. Who doesn't want a ride to make a name for themselves? For our graduates, the activity is more significant, in other words, it is the first step for us to formally enter the entertainment circle. According to the usual practice, the champion of the year, that is, the "star of the academy" as Zheng Wu said, will be sent to Beijing art colleges for further study, which is a good opportunity that every student dreams of! I'm not worried about whether I can make it to the final, but I'm not sure about the champion. It's not that I don't want to, but that I really have no confidence in my dancing skills. You know, in the four criteria of selection-"speaking, acting, dancing and singing", dance occupies the third important position! So, Zheng Wu just said this sentence, clearly reminding me that no matter how hard I try, I can't compete with her in dancing, and I can't help but be discouraged when I think about it. At midnight, as usual, I came to the training room to practice dancing with Hong Ling. But on this day, my spirit can't concentrate anyway, and there is always a mocking look in my head, as if laughing at me. No matter how hard I practice, it's useless. How smart Hong Ling is, my absence is naturally in her eyes. " We won't practice today, shall we talk about it? "She came up to me and said softly, this is what I want with all my heart. I nodded. We sat cross-legged in the corner of the training room. I was speechless for a long time, but she didn't say anything. She looked at me with a good temper. I scratched my head embarrassedly and said, "Hong Ling, do you think I'm stupid? "? You have taught me for so long, and I still ... ""Who said that? " HongLing interrupted me, "Do you know how much progress you have made? Now you have learned the most important thing, that is, to dance with your heart, which is unmatched by any difficult skill! " "But the graduation performance is coming soon, and I'm not sure at all. I still have the confidence to try, but when it comes to dancing ... whether it's folk dance or ballet, I can't compare with any guzheng. After all, she has studied dance for ten years! " The more I talk, the more hopeless I feel, and the more I talk, the more discouraged I feel. "You haven't tried how do you know you can't? If you say so, I can't pass the make-up exam in the culture class this time. I have always been so stupid! " HongLing sighed like me, and then looked at me in distress situation. I couldn't help laughing again. "How about this? I'm trying to pass the make-up exam. You have to promise me to try to be a star in the college, huh? " "But ..." I wanted to say something, but she suddenly stood up and said, "No buts. Start working hard now! " Time flies and the day of graduation is just around the corner. In those days, everyone was unprecedentedly busy, cramming, practicing, and of course, trying to find a way, trying to find a way. I haven't changed much. I still review my culture classes during the day and practice at night. But I don't know why, I haven't seen Mr. Li and Hong Ling for a whole week. Hong Ling may be trying to make up the culture class, but Miss Li should be the busiest person now. Why did he disappear? No one asked, and no one could give an answer. Fortunately, I have almost finished all the preparations. I'm confident that there is no problem in either sketch singing or language quiz. As for the dance I was most afraid of, I chose the little top according to Hong Ling's idea. It's just that without Hong Ling's guidance these days, I'm always at a loss, because I still can't jump out of the climax of the last part of the dance. On the eve of the performance, I was tossing and turning in bed when I should have a good rest. I think I'm used to dancing at midnight. If I don't dance, I will feel uneasy, as if I have missed something. Turned over n times and decided to go to the practice room for the last time. To my surprise, I saw Hong Ling at the gate of the training room-she was sitting barefoot on the wooden floor, next to her usual red dancing shoes. "hey! I have been waiting for you for a long time! " Her surprise is even better than mine. "I am really worried about your performance tomorrow!" ""I'll try my best ... but maybe the result will disappoint you. I can't jump out of your feeling at the climax of' Little Gyro', and I can only turn five times ... "I don't want her to hold too much hope. HongLing doesn't seem worried. She easily got up from the ground with her shoes and walked beside me. She put the shoes in my hand and said, "What are you afraid of? Just try your best I'll lend you my red dancing shoes as if I were with you. You will dance very well! " "So, I'll dance for you again, ok? "I really have no bottom in my heart." No, what you need now is a good rest. I have to go back to review my culture class. I can't stay long. I just want to give you these dancing shoes. I hope I can bring you good luck! "At some point, Hong Ling slowly retreated to the door, as if he were really in a hurry." Remember, there is nothing better than dancing, really, better than dancing! "I stupidly holding the dancing shoes, but I can't remember where I heard Hong Ling's words. Suddenly, I forgot something, so I rushed to the door of the training room and asked Hong Ling, "Will you come back tomorrow? "I'll give you your shoes back!" "You give it to Mr. Li for me, and he will find me ..." Hong Ling's voice came from the cool night, but I couldn't see her. (3) I have no dreams for one night. When I woke up, it was already noon, and the sunshine in early summer was unscrupulously projected on me, which made me sweat. I sat up on the bed, and suddenly a scarlet stain on the table stung my eyes. You see, it's those red dancing shoes from Hong Ling. I gently picked up this pair of red dancing shoes and wondered if they could really bring me good luck. After playing for a long time, I decided to wear this pair of red dancing shoes to the performance, because Hongling, who is studying nervously, will definitely not be able to come to the scene. With it by my side, I think I will dance with peace of mind, just like Hong Ling is cheering for me by my side. The venue of this performance is the big stage borrowed from the troupe. In the afternoon, we were informed that all the finalists had to go to the troupe first, because there were leaders coming to the finals in the evening. I saw Mr. Li who had been missing for many days backstage. When I walked in, he was sitting alone in front of the first cosmetic mirror in a daze. I looked down at the number one badge on my chest and knew that he was sitting in my position, so I went over to him. He may have been awakened by my footsteps, but when he looked up and saw me, he became a little weird. I looked at myself with his eyes, only to find that he was looking at the red dancing shoes in my hand. "This is a standby class classmate lent it to me. She said it would bring me good luck! " I immediately explained that it suddenly occurred to me that Hong Ling asked me to return my shoes to Mr. Li and said, "Does Mr. Li know Hong Ling, too? She lent me these shoes, and she asked me to give them to you after the game! " Mr. Li's face turned white and his eyes were wide open, and he was about to ask me something. Zheng Wu led the other students in and asked Mr. Li for advice loudly. Mr. Li stopped talking and stood up. He said patiently, "I am a judge. I can't break the rules! I am a classmate and didn't personally guide you in this competition. You'd better practice by yourself! " When he finished, he walked to the exit. When he passed me, he said in a low voice, "Come to the practice room when you go back. I have something to tell you. " Before I knew it, he had gone out. After coming back from the stage, each of us was very tired and no one had the energy to do anything else. Some students even set their alarm clocks and fell asleep, saying that they should brace themselves for the game at night. I came to the training room with the clothes I couldn't put down, and Miss Li was already inside. He sat in the backlight, fiddling with an old tape box in his hand. "Did Hong Ling really give you those shoes?" He didn't look up when he asked this. "Why not?" He doubted what I said, and I was a little angry, so I took my shoes out of my bag and sent them directly to him. "Look for it yourself, it has Hong Ling's name on it!" Mr. Li studied the shoes for a long time. Suddenly he asked, "Have you decided on your own dance?" Which one? ""I danced a new dance, which was also taught by Hong Ling. The name is' Little Gyro'. "I asked in one breath, only to find that Mr. Li's question is very strange. Aren't the judges allowed to ask? When he heard my answer, he suddenly looked up, and his eyes shone with strange brilliance. It seemed that there were tears flashing in that brilliance, which made me feel at a loss. " So what form are you going to use for your soundtrack? "His voice became urgent." Sing by yourself. "I answered honestly." Don't! "Mr. Li suddenly stood up." That will affect your physical performance! "I looked at his excitement and didn't know what to say. This is my own dance. Where can I find the soundtrack? Moreover, it seems that his reaction is a bit extreme, which makes me feel extremely embarrassed. " I'm sorry. "He seemed to realize his gaffes and quickly waved his old cassette." I have the right music here. You'd better listen. You can decide for yourself whether to use it or not! "Then he put the tape in my hand and strode out of the training room. I went back to the dormitory with doubts, and hurried to find a walkman to listen to the tapes left by Teacher Li. Accompanied by the rustle of old tapes, such as water music, it turned out to be a piano solo "Little Gyro"! After a short period of ignorance, I was immediately attracted by the player's superb skills-the piano is just a musical instrument, but he can speak with it! I listened to it again and again until I fell asleep at my desk exhausted. When I was woken up by my classmates, it was already evening, and my roommate Zheng Wu had already disappeared without a trace, so I thought I must have gone backstage early to prepare. I took the tape out of the walkman and decided to use it as my dance accompaniment-it will definitely bring me luck, just like Hong Ling's dancing shoes, I believe. The performance has finally started. Although I was unlucky enough to get the last appearance in the lottery, my first two results have always ranked first. But Zheng Wu is three points behind me. I know she is betting on the third dance of her choice. Zheng Wu appeared in front of me, and she chose to dance the excerpts from the ballet classic Swan Lake. Originally, it was a test for her who had studied ballet for eight years, what's more, she danced so seriously and with such feelings. A dance, of course, was full of applause. Zheng Wu held his proud neck high and thanked the curtain again and again with the unique movements of ballet, which attracted more warm applause. As expected, she got 9.8 points, which is the highest score in this project so far. I stood by the curtain, finally tied the shoelaces of the red dancing shoes, and listened to the clear voice of the announcer: "Next, the water of the performance class of Grade 98 comes out, please enjoy the little top! "The music started. I took a deep breath, slowly opened my hands and danced in the middle of the stage. Suddenly, a girl's song sounded in the piano music. She sang in a low voice with infinite bitterness: "Xiaoding, turn and turn, turn and turn ..." I was fascinated by singing and had no time to think about the ins and outs. My young body goes with the flow. At this moment, we realized that I really am the little gyro that rotates for love! " Gyro, an elf spinning with life, exhausted her life for love and spun tenderness for you ... "At the climax of the dance, I suddenly felt a pair of hands holding my waist and gently holding me around once, twice, three times ... When I turned to the eleventh lap, those hands suddenly pushed me, and I made a big jump and successfully ended the whole dance with a live own goal. I fell to the ground exhausted, waiting for applause from the audience, but there was no applause. I think I must not dance well, and the audience must be asleep. Thinking of this, I was too sad to look up. Just as I was desperately preparing to stand up, thunderous applause broke out from the audience, which shocked my eardrums. I looked up and saw the surprised eyes of my classmates and the approving eyes of the judges. I know I made it! I think you don't have to tell me to know the following story. I won the trophy of "Academy Star" as I wished, but I left all kinds of doubts in my heart. Because when I was looking for Mr. Li with red dancing shoes and old tapes, I heard that he left a resignation letter for the school, and no one knew where he had gone. Hong Ling, however, never appeared again. I didn't find her name at all in the list of alternate students. Six months later, I was a student of an art college in Beijing, majoring in acting. I no longer hate dancing. I firmly remember what both Hong Ling and Miss Li said to me: "Nothing is better than dancing, really, better than dancing! "I am even used to going to the practice room in the middle of the night and jumping on a small gyro. Wearing red dancing shoes. One day, I received a letter from Zheng Wu, saying that she stayed at school as a dance teacher, doing what Miss Li did. I think it might be more suitable for her life. At the end of the letter, she mentioned, "You know what? Just two days ago, I heard from the old headmaster that Miss Li, like you, is also a' star of the college'! His strong opponent is also a girl who is obsessed with dancing. I think we even choreographed a dance together. It's a pity that the girl died of septicemia on the eve of graduation, otherwise the champion of that year didn't know who it was! "I silently closed the stationery, feeling like the Yangtze River levee burst, and the past poured out one by one, one by one clear. I see. Poor Hong Ling, you have such a sad story. No wonder you want to make your unfinished work public through my hand. You are not reconciled! Maybe no one will believe it. From that day on, I never found the red dancing shoes that accompanied me for half a year, and the old tape. ...