Dance English Speech 1
Do you like dancing?
One of my classmates likes dancing very much. She has studied dance for ten years, including folk dance and ballet. Dancing has made her an elegant girl. She has a teacher who teaches her to dance because she wants to go to college by dancing. I like dancing, too, but I like street dance. I like watching hip-hop programs very much, such as "This is hip-hop". I think hip-hop is cool and can make a person attractive. It spreads love and peace and is very meaningful.
Dance English Speech II
During the summer vacation between my freshman and sophomore years, I was invited to be a lecturer at a high school leadership summer camp hosted by a university in Michigan. I have been highly involved in most campus activities, and I gladly accepted this opportunity.
About an hour after the first day of camping, I first noticed the boy under the tree in the crazy icebreaker and forced interaction. He is small and thin, and his obvious discomfort and shyness make him look weak and fragile. Only 50 feet away, 200 eager campers are colliding, playing, joking and meeting each other, but the boy under the tree seems to want to go anywhere, not where he is. His desperate loneliness almost prevented me from approaching him, but I remember the instructions of the senior staff to be vigilant against campers who might feel neglected.
When I walked up to him, I said, "Hi, my name is Kevin, and I'm one of the counselors. Nice to meet you. How are you? "
He reluctantly replied in a trembling, shy voice, "Well, I think."
I asked him calmly if he wanted to take part in activities and meet some new friends. He calmly replied, "No, it's really not my business."
I can feel that he is in a new world, and the whole experience is strange to him. But I also know that it is wrong to force him. He doesn't need encouragement, he needs a friend. After a moment of silence, my first interaction with the boy under the tree ended.
At lunch the next day, I found myself singing camping songs loudly for my 200 new friends. The campers actively participated. My eyes wandered in the noise and movement, attracted by the image of the boy under the tree. He sat alone and stared out of the window. I almost forgot the lyrics of the song I was going to sing. When I had the first chance, I tried again and asked the same question as before: "How are you doing? Are you all right? "
He replied again, "Yes, I'm fine. I just don't like these things very much. "
When I left the cafeteria, I also realized that it would take more time and energy than I thought-if it was possible to make him understand.
That night, at our night staff meeting, I expressed my concern for him. I explained my impression of him to my colleagues and asked them to spend as much time with him as possible.
The days I spend in the camp every year pass faster than any other days I know. Therefore, before I realized it, mid-week had become the last night of summer camp, and I became the female companion of one last dance. Students try their best to enjoy every moment with their new "best friends"-friends they may never see again.
When I watched the campers share their parting moments, I suddenly saw one of the most vivid memories of my life. The boy under the tree, staring blankly out of the kitchen window, is now a miracle of dancing shirtless. He owns the dance floor, and he and two girls start cutting carpets. I watched him share meaningful intimate time with people who were afraid to look directly at him a few days ago. I can't believe it's him. In October of my sophomore year, a late-night phone call pulled me down from the chemistry book. A strange voice whispering politely asked, "Is Kevin there?"
"What are you talking to him. Who is this? "
"This is Tom Johnson's mother. Do you remember Tommy from the Leadership Camp? "
The boy under the tree. How could I not remember? "Yes, I do," I said. "He is a very nice young man. How is he? "
Then there was an unusually long pause, and then Mrs. Johnson said, "My Tommy was hit by a car on his way home from school this week and died." Shocked, I express my condolences.
"I just wanted to call you," she said, "because Tommy mentioned you many times. I want you to know that he returned to school with confidence this autumn. He made new friends. His grades have gone up. He even went out on a few dates. I just want to thank you for the changes you have brought to Tom. The last few months were the best months of his life. "
At that moment, I realized how easy it is to give a little of myself every day. You may never know what each gesture means to others. I tell this story as much as possible, and when I do, I urge others to pay attention to their own "boys under the tree"
During the summer vacation of freshmen and sophomores, a university in Michigan held a summer camp for middle school students and invited me to be a counselor. I agree with most activities on campus and take an active part in them. I accepted them gladly that time.
About an hour on the first day of the activity, I noticed that the campers who started to be active were very interested and the interaction was unnatural, but there was a lonely boy under the tree. He is short and thin, and his obvious anxiety and shyness make him look fragile. Only fifty feet away, two hundred enthusiastic campers are playing, joking and introducing each other. The boy under the tree seems to want to stay where he is. His extreme loneliness made me almost inaccessible, but I didn't forget the advice of senior psychological counselors: beware of campers who might feel left out.
I walked up to the boy and said to him, "Hi! My name is Kevin, and I am a counselor in your school. Nice to meet you, how are you? "
In a trembling and timid voice, he reluctantly replied, "I think-it doesn't matter."
I asked him calmly if he wanted to take part in those activities and meet some people. He replied softly, "No, that's none of my business."
I can feel that he is facing a new environment, and this experience is completely strange to him. I don't know why, but I don't think it's appropriate to force him to join. He doesn't need encouragement, he needs friends. After several silences, my contact with the boy under the tree ended.
At lunch the next day, I opened my voice and led 200 new friends I just met to sing camp songs. The campers all participated enthusiastically, and my eyes wandered over this group of people. Suddenly, the appearance of "the boy under the tree" caught my attention: he sat alone and stared out of the window. I almost forgot the lyrics of the lead singer. Whenever there is an opportunity, I will ask him in those words: "How are you? How are you? "
His answer is still: "Well, I'm fine. I really don't want to get involved in that kind of thing. "
When I left the canteen, I fully realized that it would take more time and effort than I expected to reverse this situation-even if it could make him completely "lost".
At the staff meeting that night, I told them I was worried about him. I explained the impression he left on me to my colleagues and asked them to pay special attention to him and spend as much time with him as possible.
The days spent in the camp every year always pass quickly, and it feels faster than other times. The same is true this time. I still don't get it. Wednesday passed and the last night of camping arrived. I danced one last dance with the campers. Students are trying to enjoy their last moments with their new "best friends"-they may never see each other again.
The campers were enjoying this unforgettable parting moment when I suddenly witnessed the most vivid scene in my life: the boy who once stared blankly out of the kitchen window under the tree has now become a dancing wizard without a shirt. He danced with two girls and danced around the dance floor. I watched him enjoy this intimate and meaningful moment with everyone, but just a few days ago he didn't even look at them. I can't believe it.
Sophomore 10 month, a phone call in the middle of the night made me put down my chemistry textbook. A soft but strange voice asked politely:
"Is Kevin there?"
"Yes, I am. Who is calling? "
"I'm Tom? Johnson's mother, do you remember Tommy who attended the summer camp? "
How can I not remember the boy under the tree
"I remember." I said, "He's a great guy. How is he now? "
After a long and abnormal silence, Mrs. Johnson added, "Tommy came home from school this week and was hit by a car. He died." I was shocked and expressed my condolences to her.
"I called you," she said, "just because Tommy talked about you many times. I want you to know that when he returned to school this autumn, he gained self-confidence, made new friends, improved his academic performance and even went out on several dates. I just want to express my gratitude because you changed him. The last few months were the best time of his life. "
At that moment, I realized that it is easy for you to give a little every day. You may never know how much your actions will affect others. I often tell this story. Whenever I tell it, I always urge others to pay attention to my "boy under the tree".
Dance English speech 3
I believe it is my nature to dance with my heartbeat, the pulse of my blood and the music in my head. So I dance every day.
The restaurant that my family seldom uses is now a ballroom that is often used-an open space with hardwood floors, stereos and disco balls. The CD changer has six discs to choose from: waltz, swing, country, rock, salsa and tango.
Every morning, when I walk across the house on my way to make coffee, I turn on the music and press the "shuffle" button. It's time for dancing! I danced to the music alone. This is an aerobic exercise, a touching meditation.
Tango is very popular recently. This is a complicated and difficult dance, so I have three classes a week and go out to dance three nights. I will go to Buenos Aires to immerse myself in tango culture for three months.
When I first went to tango, I was too scared to come out and dance. I remember another time I was standing outside, after a village wedding in Crete, Greece, and the dance began. The fancy footwork confused me. "Don't make a fool of yourself," I thought. "Just watch."
An elderly woman read my mind. She quit the dance and sat next to me and said, "If you go to the dance, you will feel stupid. If you don't do this, you will feel stupid, too. Then why not dance? "
She said she had a secret to tell me. She whispered, "If you don't dance, we will know that you are a fool. But if you dance, we will think you are trying. "
Recalling her wise words, I accepted the challenge of tango.
A friend asked me if my tango mania was a bit ambitious. "Tango? At your age? You must be crazy! "
On the contrary: this is a deliberate decision. My passion for tango masks a fear. I'm worried that life will shorten as I get older. I am afraid of boredom caused by not studying and not taking risks. I'm afraid of the kind of dying struggle in your heart when you leave the game of life and wait in the last checkout line.
I seek the intense and terrible pleasure from starting new things-it requires all my resources, challenging my mind, body and spirit, and doing it at once.
My goal now is to finish all the dances as long as possible, and then sit down contentedly after the last elegant tango on a sweet night, and then leave, because I have no other dance to dance.
So when people say, "Tango? At your age? Are you crazy? " I replied, "No, I'm not going to do that either."
Robert Fulham wrote seven bestsellers, including Everything I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. Born in Waco, Texas, he served as a monotheistic priest for 22 years, teaching painting and philosophy. Fulham lives in Seattle and Crete.
Jay Allison and Dan Gediman independently produced for NPR with john gregory and Vicky merrick. A picture of Milo Swarik.
I believe that it is my nature to dance with my heartbeat, pulse and music in my heart. So I dance every day.
My restaurant, seldom used by people, is often regarded as a "ballroom"-a disco with hardwood floors and audio equipment. There are six discs in my changer: waltz, swing, country, rock, salsa and tango.
Every morning, on the way to make coffee, I turn on the music and press the "random" button. Time to dance! No matter what music is played, I will dance to it alone. This is an aerobic exercise related to existence, a touching meditation.
Tango is very popular recently. This is a very complicated and difficult dance, so I have to take classes three times a week and spend three nights dancing outside. I also plan to stay in Buenos Aires for three months to be baptized by tango culture.
The first time I went to a tango class, I was too scared to go to the floor. I still remember one time, in Crete, Greece, after a country wedding, the dance started, but I stayed by, afraid to dance. That superb footwork dazzled me. "Don't be silly," I thought. "Just look at it."
An elderly lady saw my idea. She quit the dance floor, sat next to me and said, "If you join this dance, you will feel stupid. If you don't join, you will feel stupid. In that case, why not jump? "
Then she said that she would tell me a secret. She whispered, "If you don't jump, we will know that you are a fool. But if you jump, we will think you are great because of your attempt. "
After listening to this, I accepted the challenge of tango.
A friend asked me if my hobby of tango was a bit wild. "Tango? How old are you? You must be crazy! "
On the contrary: this is my decision after careful consideration. My passion for tango masks a fear. I'm worried that life will shorten with age. I'm afraid of boredom because I stopped studying and taking risks. I'm afraid of the death that happens in your heart when you quit the game of life and wait for the final judgment.
I pursue the sharp and slightly fearful happiness brought by new things-which requires me to devote myself to challenging my mind, body and courage at the same time.
My goal now is to finish all the dances I can dance, and then, on a sweet night, finish the last elegant tango, sit down and leave this world contentedly-because there is no dance in my body that I haven't danced.
So when people say, "Tango? How old are you? Is the spirit abnormal? " I replied, "No, I don't want to be abnormal."
Dance English Speech 4
Have you ever seen children sitting on a merry-go-round
Have you ever seen children riding a merry-go-round?
Or listen to the rain beating on the ground?
Or have you ever heard the sound of rain beating on the ground?
Once followed the erratic flight of butterflies.
Have you ever chased an erratic butterfly?
Or stare at the sun until nightfall?
Or watch the sunset disappear on the horizon?
You'd better slow down,
Slow down your pace.
Don't jump so fast.
Don't worry.
Time is pressing,
Life is just a span.
The music won't last long.
Music won't last forever.
Do you spend every day in a hurry?
Are you busy every day?
When you ask, "How are you?" Did you hear the answer?
When greeting others, do you really care about their answers?
Will you lie in bed at the end of the day?
Every night when I sleep.
The next 100 chores will flash through your mind?
Are you still chanting countless chores in your mind?
You'd better slow down.
Slow down your pace.
Don't jump so fast.
Don't worry.
be pressed for time
Life is just a span.
The music won't last long
Music won't last forever.
Tell your children that we will do it tomorrow.
Can you tell the children that we can put things off until tomorrow?
In your hurry, didn't you see his sadness?
And because you were in a hurry, you didn't notice his sadness?
Have you ever lost contact and let a good friendship die because you never had time to call and say "hi"?
Precious friends also lost contact because you were too busy to say hello.
You'd better slow down.
Slow down your pace.
Don't jump so fast.
Don't worry.
be pressed for time
Life is just a span.
The music won't last long ...
Music won't last forever.
When you run fast to somewhere,
When you run to your destination,
You missed half the fun of getting there.
You missed half the fun of the trip.
When you spend a day in a hurry, it's like an unopened gift ... throw it away. ...
When you are worried all day and don't stop, it's like a gift that has been thrown away before it is opened …
Life is not a race.
Life is not a competition.
Be sure to slow down.
Slow down your pace,
Listen to music before the song ends.
Listen to the notes along the way before the music ends.
Dance English Speech 5
My dream is to be a dancer. One day, I will stand in the center of the stage, listen to beautiful music and dance the swan dance under colorful lights. My dream and a big dance studio teach children beautiful dance.
Every time I have a dance class, I listen to every word of the teacher carefully and watch every movement and dance of the teacher. After returning home, I am not afraid of being tired or suffering. I practice again and again just to make my dance more beautiful, make my movements more standard, and make my dance full of soul, like a living puppet. I am not proud, I will strive for perfection and make me an excellent dancer.
I hope my dream will come true one day.
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