My mom is getting more and more fashionable, I don’t believe I will take you there.
In the summer evening, although the sun has faded its heat, the sky is still hot like a big steamer. After dinner, my mom put on her black skirt, squatting a small backpack, dragging a big sound on time in the square in front of the village. The familiar melody echoed over the village, and in a short while, the stylish and beautiful aunts dressed up came out of their respective homes. In the melodious music, they danced… adults, children, and the elderly came to watch. This is the “voice of youth” dance team led by my mother dancing in the square.
The “flower butterfly” on the square jumps from time to time, sometimes from time to time, and sometimes turns to the end… a moment like a flying swan, like a horse galloping on the grassland. The front dance is like a “black elf” – that is my mother, her soft waist is twisted like a snake, and the two slender legs move forward with the music, sometimes back, “rotating, twisting, Look up and pay attention to the eyes!” Mom and wife while demonstrating and guiding, the onlookers praised: her dance is good, it is the combination of strength and beauty, just like a “mermaid” freely. I heard the praise of my mother, my heart is beautiful.
A year ago, my mom, besides turning around me, was playing mahjong. In order to play mahjong, my father didn’t have much trouble with his mom, and I complained. That time, our class had to open a parent meeting. On the first day, I went to the mother again and again: “To open a parent meeting tomorrow, you must come, don’t go out and play mahjong!” Mom nodded and promised: “Mother’s business It’s a big thing, my mom must be on my heart!” Who knows that halfway through the process of biting gold, the mother just left the village, her friend dragged her away, “top corner, half an hour!” But who knows, when I sit on the table, my mom will throw my things into the clouds. I looked at the school gate with eager eyes, hoping to see the familiar figure, but “looking through the autumn water” disappeared. I was very sad. In the afternoon, I was filled with grievances and anger. My squad leader couldn’t stand up in front of my classmates. Until I came home and saw me, my mother suddenly realized that I was so angry that I slammed the door and locked myself in the room…
Today’s mother has been judged as two people. Since the village cadres asked the mother to form a dance team, the mother felt that she had a “useful place.” Bringing up the old friends, buying audio, buying U disk, downloading music, watching video and dancing, my mom is busy. So the dance team became the most beautiful scenery in the village. Under the leadership of their mothers, they jumped one by one, like the spring breeze, the village has lost the mahjong sound, and there is less argument.
This is not, in order to prepare for the upcoming square dance contest, my mother sleeplessly chooses songs, choreographers, and dances, and trains her sisters every day. Even in such hot weather, my mother insists on rehearsing. The most difficult thing is to teach dance. Some people have no basic dance foundation. She teaches by hand, and demonstrates it over and over again, decomposing movements, explaining the essentials, scorpion dumb, and exhausted. But the next day she appeared on the square on time, her professionalism is really admirable!
“Kung Fu pays off,” and in the square dance contest, the mother’s “dancing youth” won the laurels, and their faces blossomed. Soon, the mother’s dance team was also invited to the “5280” TV show! The mother is happy at the foot like a happy cloud. This time, the mother is famous in Shuidong Town, and other villages have asked the mother to be a teacher. My mom ran across the village every day and dancing became the focus of her life. I am a little upset, blaming her for not caring about her daughter. Who knows the mother said: “Life is getting better, I have to pursue my dreams.” Dad sighed: “The beautiful village construction of Shuidong has half of your credit.”
I often think about what power makes my mother so fashionable? The teacher told me that because living in such a beautiful era, the dream come true is no longer a myth.
