A female classmate named Ye, a city dweller, is very fashionable and said, "I learned a ballroom dance, which is very beautiful. I'll teach you! " Another lesbian came over and stared at her toes, shouting, "Left step, right step, previous step, back step." ..."

For nearly half a month, our dormitory has been echoing with several footsteps. The footwork is almost as good as the multiplication formula. Someone got up the courage and said that he would go to a small town ballroom to test his dancing skills. Of course, none of us have the courage to tell the real reason: a romantic relationship.

Pull out the best clothes, make eyes at each other, put on lipstick, and rush to the dance floor happily. It was an open-air dance floor, with several palm trees around the white floor tiles, and several small light bulbs on the trees. The cold drink sellers pushed the freezer and slid everywhere, constantly transporting melon seeds, plum blossoms and soda to various white plastic tables. My girlfriends and I are sitting in a corner, uneasy, sweet, firm and afraid.

The first song was probably in the third grade. Most of the dancers were middle-aged. They all flocked to the center of the stage, bang, bang, bang, solemnly. We sat honestly, staring at the table, afraid to go up. The second song is slow four, and I forget what the third song is. In a word, we are sad to find that what we have learned in the past half a month is actually the art of killing dragons.

So he died, gave up dancing and focused on finding the poor young opposite sex on the field. Several young people are smoking not far away, wearing jeans and white shirts, which are quite handsome.

Because we are also young and eye-catching, those people came over, smiled and accosted us, and then asked us to dance.

There is a kind of dance spinning. I was able to cope at first, but I almost fainted at last. I stepped on his foot several times. Although I was not complained, I felt ashamed and groped my way back to my seat.

The partner then said, "It's very simple, look!"

He held out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, pressed them on his left palm, and moved them one by one. While demonstrating, he explained, "Look, like this, step back and turn around ..." I was attracted by those two flexible fingers. They tossed and turned, were reflected by the light, and almost came to life. This is the most interesting dance I have ever seen that night.

That night, we left early and refused their stay, as if staying for a long time would destroy innocence. They wanted to send it, and we didn't even say whether we wanted it or not, so we took advantage of the loophole and ran away.

When I walked out the door, I couldn't help it. I glanced at it and saw my strange partner standing against a table in the dark purple night, with a thin and handsome face. I have a vague sweet joy that I can't forget for the next week.

Later, I went secretly once, secretly, with the wish of not being allowed, but unfortunately I didn't see you again.

When I was in normal university, I gave a sports dance class, but I didn't like to toss about a few movements, so I was careless in learning.

Later, I changed my interest and fell in love with folk dance. The school has a professional dance teacher. In order to earn extra money, he opened a training class, erected a wall mirror in his living room, and enrolled students to teach.

At that time, Mr. Leng's home was a bungalow at the foot of the mountain. Very quiet. There is a small yard at the door, with tall osmanthus trees, black tea, white chrysanthemums and several beds of leeks. The alley outside is also a long and quiet alley, with low blue brick houses, and a tailor shop, underwear shop and bakery on both sides-this is my favorite place, selling delicious tea cakes, crispy outside and crispy inside. As soon as I bite, there is a mixed fragrance of sesame, soda and sweet-scented osmanthus covering my tongue. Every time I go to class, I always bring back some cakes and new tricks.

We go to her house to learn new dances on Saturday and Sunday. Line up separately, step on the beat, stare at her expression and movements, and then try to imitate. Once I danced Xinjiang dance without twisting my neck, and she rubbed my head left and right by pressing her shoulders. There is a kind of horror and embarrassment of being caught in the guillotine. Looking at myself in the big mirror, my prominent face, ugly and wooden, startled me.

The school auditorium and canteen are integrated. At noon and dusk, we will review our actions on the stage of the auditorium. At that time, it was a meal. There were staring eyes and chewing mouths under the stage, and there was always an illusion that I was being eaten as a meal.

Someone ran to the edge of the stage and said in surprise, "Wow, you dance well!" " "

Sam Ho Xiu will twist her hand to one side, bend her legs and answer, "Thank you!" "

She is good at dancing modern dance, and her movements are fierce. She can suddenly rush forward on her knees in the manic dance steps, but she won't fail. The show is a gentle and honest Dai dance, swinging like noodles in music. I like Tibetan dance. There is a heavy sadness in the rhythm, like the sky in Tibet, clear and compassionate. Compared with the secular, there is a unique redemption.

The three of us, practicing with our classmates, are a "dance forest" alliance. Sometimes I go out to play, bask in the sun in the square, or queue up and dance like a cygnet, proud of the surprise of passers-by; Sometimes I go to a clothing store to try on beautiful clothes, but I don't buy any; Sometimes we will sing at the top of our lungs in a quiet street, "Larks fly over the horizon, I love you, China …", and then the leaves will shake with laughter.

Last week, I went home to look for old books and found old photos of us dancing on a simple stage, a young face and a face of "The future is ours". Time can't help our self-righteousness. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, youth passed. I almost forgot the years of several steps, and I forgot the youthful excitement in all kinds of dance music.