Dai dance of Dai nationality

Dance of the Hat is very long, with long music and long dance steps. That song is always stepping on the clouds of years step by step and jumping out from the depths of my girlhood memory. The song is melodious, accompanied by the teacher's son Lin and his brother. The word "elder brother, three" is lined up, and the tree is well proportioned. The short flute gurgled from Yushu, the morning was hazy and ethereal, and the emotion flowing in the lush Yushu mountain forest was so soft. Accordion leisurely pulls out wisps of sunshine, and mellow notes jump between fingers, like larks calling only in the morning. The ensemble of various musical instruments sounded, dew jingled, birds sang and the sun fell on the busy mountain village.

In this cheerful mountain village music background, a beautiful female voice is painted: the sun shines on the earth-the soft echo of the mountain is singing: everywhere-everywhere-under the call of this sweet song, a group of exquisite and elegant Dong girls, wearing golden hats and colorful dresses, slowly come out of the green grass with beautiful eyes. I lead the dance at the front of the line. I walked around the field leisurely, lifted my hat, turned my legs and made a gesture, but my heart was heavy. The bow-shaped dancing shoes could not support my ethereal lightness. "Stop, stop!"

The teacher clapped his hands and shouted. The teacher's surname is Tan, who teaches music and has a slim figure.

It is said that she honed a lot, came to this mountain city from far away to teach, and raised three sons alone. There are many ups and downs in this. But since the day I met her, I have never seen her sadness and vicissitudes. In my eyes, her face is full of sunshine and laughter.

The teacher is like this. While clapping her hands, she smiled and instructed me: "Watch your expression, watch your expression, girl. Her face should be the brightest and most beautiful. Her face is full of love for life and embarrassment for the future. "

My face turned red, but my heart became heavier and heavier. Although I was only seventeen or eighteen at that time, I was most afraid of mentioning the future. High school graduation is just around the corner, but parents' political problems have never been solved. Yesterday, the head teacher told me with red eyes that I was not among the last group members who were developing in school. He encouraged me to continue to be tested on the big stage of society.

This endless test makes my heart heavy and humble. I feel the future is bleak, and my smile is always not so bright.

"Stop, stop!"

The teacher called again and looked at me with concern, without reproach. My heart hurts a little.

So everything started all over again, with accompaniment, singing and dancing. Time and again, the teacher was a little tired and said with a smile, "Go away and experience it."

I board at school, have two meals, and have a lot of time after lunch and dinner.

After breaking up, I still feel heavy, hook my head and walk alone on campus. Inadvertently, there was a fierce quarrel in an open window.

"Even if she dances at school, she will take part in the performance of the county and let her lead the dance. Some people may say that our position is problematic. " Yes, it's the headmaster's serious voice.

"The child studies well, behaves well and dances well. Why can't she dance! " This is the first time I have heard Mr. Tan's sharp and fierce voice.

My head exploded. They are arguing for me, and my heart hurts even more. Finally, I can't shut the floodgate where tears burst its banks. Burying my face, I bent down and ran, letting the wind roar behind me and letting the tears drift away in the wind. I just want to disperse like the wind, go to a quiet place where there is no one and no smoke, and cry there.

If I hit a covered tree, if no one has no smoke, if I lie on the tree, I will cry. I cried for a long time, and it was getting dark. After venting, my heart is not so depressed. I slowly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly raised my head, slowly turned around, but I met Lin's eyes head on. Lin stood in another covered forest, looking at me from a distance, full of concern and sympathy. See me turn around, take a long breath, don't turn to look at the sky, and then, make a casual appearance and leave me first.

Looking at his back, I drifted away and my thoughts followed him away.

In the rehearsal, my dance looked ethereal and light. Teacher Tan finally persuaded the headmaster to let me lead the dance and attend the concert.

When I was dancing happily on the stage full of lights, following the music and turning over the golden hat, the female voice of the stars holding the moon pushed the dance to a climax: dedicated to building the road of happiness-the road of happiness-Chairman Mao's kindness is deeper than the sea-deeper than the sea-collective dancing, modeling and appearance.

The audience was silent, the curtain slowly fell, and applause flooded in. When I led my friends to take another curtain call, I saw Mr. Tan and looked up at me in the orchestra pit. They all cried.

Dai Li danced. Long hat dance, dancing for a long time, with the smoke of life flying. This dance gave me the most precious memory of my girlhood, the sincere and pure memory of people who are not entangled in the world.