I have a lot of ** on my phone, mostly some new things I pass by, or some dancing ** from the internet**. Helplessly, the memory is limited, and it is always stored and deleted, and then a new one is saved.
But there is a paragraph ** that has always been lying quietly in my mobile phone and has never been deleted by me.
That's a dance, the protagonist of the **, it's me.
It was a dance competition, and I was supposed to represent on stage, but a week before the competition started, I accidentally fell and injured my knee while practicing dance, so in order not to affect the results of the competition, the dance director temporarily replaced another girl to perform in my place. On the day of the competition, I sat in the audience in the performance hall, and the familiar ** and unfamiliar figures made me feel a little depressed, and at the same time a little unwilling. I couldn't stand the atmosphere and walked alone to the meadow on the mountain behind the dance. Looking at the green meadow, I suddenly had an idea: even if I can't play, I want to leave the most beautiful dance.
So, I turned on my phone, chose an angle and placed it on the grass, and danced slowly. In the picture, I am wearing a bright red princess dress, bright red dancing shoes, running, jumping, and the puffed skirt flutters in the breeze, and from time to time, a beautiful flower blooms. Verdant greens and bright reds make up a vivid picture. While doing a spin, I stood up straight, spread my arms, and stood on my left foot, and as soon as my right foot was raised, the wound on my knee suddenly hurt me so hard that I fell to the ground like a red flower hanging down my head. But instead of giving up, I quickly got up, patted the dirt on my skirt, and began to repeat the action. Raise your arms, tiptoe, spin, fall, get up and ......Gradually, I became proficient, and the bright red dancing shoes covered with dirt slowly rotated into a small circle, and the red skirt gradually danced into a blooming flower, reflecting the excited expression on my face. I kept spinning, centering on the light dancing shoes, and the bright red spun into a beautiful ring.
* Finally, I made a flying movement with my arms outstretched, my head raised high, and my face was full of joy, like the beautiful 'swan' in "Swan Lake".