I remember when I was a freshman, my mother signed me up for a Latin dance class. I am very happy, because I like dancing since I was a child. But I didn't expect that after the sweetness, I faced hard training.
Soon after learning, the teacher wanted to "stretch our legs" for us. I don't know what "leg stretching" is, but I saw other students frowning, so I think it must be very painful.
I was the first. I lay on the mat, with my eyes closed and grinning. I'm shaking with nervousness. My legs are apart and my legs are together. The teacher pressed my knee hard and pressed it down. I suddenly felt a heart-rending pain, like someone cutting my flesh with a knife. I cried in pain, and my tears and nose rushed out. It's really "a snot and a tear." I put up with it now. "I don't want to learn, it's too bitter." My mother looked at me for a while, and then said to me, "Old people often say that' strict teachers make excellent students' and' you can only be a master if you are bitter'." How can you give up for such a small pain? "I looked at my mother hesitantly, nodded and insisted.
In fact, dancing is not only bitter but also sweet.
That was the year before last, because of my efforts, I finally got the bronze medal. Looking at so many judges, my heart jumped up and down like a rabbit, always afraid of failing the exam. When the music started, my troubles had long been forgotten, and I finished every movement perfectly.
Two weeks passed, and I got the bronze medal certificate. Holding a blue notebook, I jumped and jumped with joy. As soon as I got off the bus, I trotted home to report the good news.