Ordinary dancers

The lights in the dance hall flickered, and the shiny ball lights and the rotating spotlights burst out into a warm atmosphere. The light and shadow of the light and darkness are finely broken, hitting the dancer's face and shining. The dancers and men are not dressed in glamorous and gorgeous clothes, their faces are not exquisite, and their speech and behavior are mostly the smell of human fireworks with rice, oil and salt...

In the clear sound, they danced lightly on the dust, their posture swayed, and their emotions were full, and I, clearly, saw a phoenix nirvana reborn in the fire, extraordinary!

Phoenix Nirvana refers to the phoenix burning in fire, living to death, burning in the fire and then reborn and regaining eternal life. At the same time, people have another extension and interpretation of the meaning of phoenix nirvana, often used as a metaphor for a person who has undergone a long period of time and the baptism of human suffering, has obtained a rebirth-like change, and has become stronger personality, independent in spirit, and beautiful in life.

I admire ordinary people who are not easy to make a living but are persistent in love and laugh at life. An aunt and husband died, she lived on odd jobs, and raised her granddaughter alone; every morning after sending her granddaughter to school, she went to the square to dance, and in the afternoon she went to the hotel to clean up in exchange for a small honorarium... This life has been like this for more than ten years, and my granddaughter is already a third-grade student. Life is hard and hard for her, and she, with dance to warm life!

Whenever the music sounds, her cheeks flush and float a layer of light, a smile follows, and the confident and peaceful demeanor makes me feel humble; the trivialities under the sun change into fine pieces of light and shadow, shining!

Love of dance, love of life, did not change her state of life, changed her tenacity to life; living for her, is not stubborn, is the hope of the future!

On the street, the autumn sun warms the heart. On the side of the road, an old tree that cannot be named, with protruding roots, its bark hanging from the trunk piece by piece, deep black and cracked, full of ravines. The autumn wind rises, the leaves fall to the ground, wither and drift to zero; look up at the canopy, the branches and leaves are layered, the eyes are full of green vividly, holding up an umbrella of green clouds; the transparent branches and buds stretch out, dancing in the breeze, skimming a touch of fragrance...

There is a desire for life in nature, but what about the vicissitudes? If you bloom, the years will be fine!