When I was a child, when my family was still living in Xinjiang, when I was in the second grade of primary school, we had a literary propaganda team. The male teacher of our propaganda team takes us out for morning exercises, leg press, running and then rehearsing the program every day. On Children's Day, we performed in the company and regimental headquarters. So prosperous, it swept the whole troupe within half a year. One of the most popular actors is Feng, who is also a child of seven or eight years old and a girl. She can stand on the wooden bench with her feet, bend down and hold a bunch of flowers under the wooden bench with her mouth. Aroused warm applause from the audience. Our two families live not far away. Once we got up early together and went to the company to concentrate on running in leg press, so we met. I didn't know she often practiced kung fu until I asked.
I went to her house in the evening and many curious people watched it together. I saw her easily standing on a long wooden stool, her hands akimbo, slowly bending back, and easily putting flowers under the wooden stool in her mouth, and then slowly standing up straight and taking a curtain call to the audience. Everyone praised her efforts and practice.
However, the good times did not last long. Our literary propaganda team was quickly dissolved because the male teacher who led the team fell in love with the female teacher. Soon, the female teacher accused the male teacher of rape and the male teacher was arrested.
We no longer insist on doing morning exercises. After half a year, I found that Afeng, who had a thin waist, gradually grew into a bucket waist. I'm just stronger than I was six months ago.