I went to the park a few days ago and wanted to take pictures of interesting things about the scenery and people. The production was posted on the headlines
In the morning, the sun had just risen, the earth was cool, and there was a green shade in front of me. I came to the venue where aerobics was performed and sat next to it. I watched it on the wooden bench for a while and felt good. The scene dances were all good. I wanted to take some pictures. I just took a few scenery photos, and the dancers here stopped dancing. The lead dancer looked at me from time to time, which I felt was quite regretful...
I walked towards the person next to me who was clapping the tambourine. There were several dancers next to me. When the tambourine music started, the people next to me started dancing. At the beginning, there were three people dancing. Four, then seven or eight, and then one or twenty. The scene was very beautiful, so I took pictures. When they saw me taking pictures, they danced even more gracefully. They hoped that I could record their beautiful dance, so I I want to take pictures even more! After taking the photo, I stopped and stood watching the dance.
Suddenly, I noticed a pair of eyes looking towards me, and I looked in the direction where the eyes came from. The woman who was leading the dance just now looked at me quietly. I took a step back, hoping not to look away. She took a step forward and continued to look around. Maybe she wanted to tell me that she regretted not letting me take pictures, maybe she wanted to tell me that they would not dance anymore.
At that time, I was no longer in the mood to take pictures of them. I thought that no matter how beautiful you dance, it doesn’t leave a single photo. Does it make sense? If you don’t want others to see it, just don’t dance on the stage (it’s a park flat stage)
I’m Mai As I walked forward
, a lady who was dancing at the back took the initiative to follow me and chatted with me about the dancing scenery, people, etc. I walked forward while admiring the scenery, and never looked back at the woman leading the dance.
