Why is it that a book or a movie always gives me an urgent desire to practice, instead of seeking answers from books after practice, or deriving a theory from it?
Is the world my appearance?
Why do I always hit a wall when I do this, and the result is often that the world is not my appearance at all/
is the book wrong, or is there a problem with my method of proof?
Back then, I was in a small city on the north bank of the Yellow River---I had never been to the south bank. I was doing a job of fishing for three days on the net and fishing for two days, and found a book "The Spirit of Independence" while wandering around. After renting a disc of "SHALLWE DANGCE", I want to learn ballroom dancing, but also to spend the night alone and lose weight by the way.
I signed up for a dance class in a cultural center. What disappointed me was that the teacher was not the beautiful Japanese woman in the movie, but a skinny old man, nicknamed Skinny Monkey.
I started it, and everyone screamed in private.
But to be honest, he did quite well, especially Tango, but I just didn't learn it.
There were two young girls, an old couple, and a young man who came to study.
It was midsummer, and those of us were practicing in the small garden outside. The young man seemed to be more willing to practice with a girl than a half-old woman like me, but the old grandpa was too bad, worse than me. He didn't even learn three steps, and the teacher always disdains to dance with the students. He never looked at me when he danced with me, as if I was an event prop.
I was a little disappointed, when I was about to leave, a man came.
The man looks mediocre, but I found that his legs are very long and beautiful, and he dances very beautifully. So I practiced with him often and it felt good.
Every day I look forward to dancing at night. I, a person who never likes to wear high heels and skirts, bought a pair of high heels and a rose red dress, and also bought a bottle of green tea perfume. I rushed to the garden happily and I saw the long-legged man and invited him enthusiastically.
I judged him to be from Shandong based on his little accent and the strong smell of green onions. He admitted with a smile, and refused to say anything more.
I suffer from bronchitis and mild heart disease, so even though I like waltz so much, I can’t just sit in a chair and breathe after jumping.
Every time he squatted down and looked at me, he seemed surprised.
I said that I had tuberculosis, but I was actually frightening him.
He looked at me with pity, did not speak, and then bought me a bottle of drink.
After dancing in one day, I suddenly asked him to take me home.
He walked with me to the intersection with his cart silently, and then turned and left.
I offered to let him take me to the dance hall to dance. After a slow three was over, he called me outside,
"You know, here is the one who walks after the dance, understand/"
I lowered my head. Then he said, "You kiss me, okay?"
He really kissed my forehead,
"Go home". He said, and then left without looking back.
A week later, I went to the Palace of Culture and knew that he had never been here again.
I always thought afterwards that if I did something ridiculous that night, I would regret it for a lifetime. I simply met a good person, and at least saved him and me by not wanting to cause trouble. At least he is not a bad person. I am very grateful to him. He taught me some truths and made me sober.
Maybe I said I had lung disease, maybe my appearance was really not charming, anyway, I always felt a sense of fortune and warmth afterwards.
A long time later, I went to dance in another city’s community dance hall. I found that I was very calm and skilled in dealing with people. When I accidentally ran into that woman in the commissary and her young dancing partner kissing and hugging in the corridor, I was left alone. Walked over, then laughed.
Movies are not reality, and reality is not movies. This is really interesting.
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