Text/Taotao My primary school teacher is good at singing and dancing. Both teachers and classmates say she is very beautiful. She was reading the text in class, listening to the tinkling-dong-dong-dong sound of the piano, and it was hard to doze off! Once, the school organized

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My primary school teacher is good at singing and dancing. Both teachers and classmates say she is very beautiful. She was reading the text in class, listening to the tinkling-dong-dong-dong sound of the piano, and it was hard to doze off!

Once, the school organized a June 1st theatrical performance. Among them is the program of our class teacher - the song and dance "The Sun That Rises and Never Sets on the Grassland". You know, this is what many young boys in the class are looking forward to, let alone me. Perhaps those young male teachers were more expecting than me.

I don’t know when I fell in love with dancing. Maybe it's the ballerina in the pictorial, or maybe it's the movie "Break Dance". Ever since the graceful dancing posture of the head teacher first appeared in my eyes, those soft hands, white and graceful shoulders... are so beautiful, just like the Chang'e in the painting. Furthermore, my appreciation of beauty has long surpassed that of children of the same age, because I am particularly talented in painting. As long as I feel that it is a beautiful thing or person, I can have a multi-dimensional and detailed image in my mind at a glance.

Only now do I realize that this talent has not enabled me to achieve anything, and it has also been inexplicably lost among everyone. Perhaps, this is the best explanation of "emptiness is form, form is emptiness".

Okay, the memories continue...

On the day of the performance, the students all came to school early, and a song was played on the loudspeaker: Let us swing the oars, and the boat pushes away the waves... And we kept chattering, everyone What we are most looking forward to are the malted milk and cakes that will be sent to us soon. I heard that there will also be white rabbit toffee. Xiaopang's eyes were shining and he said, "Don't fight with me, or I'll beat you." Xiaobao was disdainful. He said that he had a toothache from eating toffee at home, so there was nothing delicious about it.

At this moment, the head teacher came into the classroom.

I was stunned by the dress of the class teacher - she was wearing a blue dress of Tibetan beauty, with white long sleeves and sky blue skirt, just like the blue sky and white clouds. The colorful hairband on her head is like a rainbow, which sets off her long black and shiny hair. She looks like a fairy no matter how she looks. Especially the pair of red mid-tube dance shoes on her feet, which look like peonies in bloom.

What made me even more excited was that she asked me to come over and help her sort out the hairpins on her head. Because I was poor in composition and very good in drawing, my class teacher often tutored me in my studies alone several times, which greatly improved my Chinese scores.

So, she is very nice to me.

I didn’t understand what love was at that time, it would be weird if I did. When I touched her long hair, a blurry picture of sucking milk as a child appeared in my mind. It seemed that her long hair was exuding the fragrance of milk. It feels so silky smooth! I was afraid that it would be like breaking a piece of art, so I quickly pinned the card to the teacher.

Okay, I ran away immediately, making her laugh too. I was more worried about her blushing face.

On the stage, the art teacher sang along with the music, and the head teacher danced along with him. The song was melodious - white clouds were floating in the blue sky, horses were running below the white clouds, whips were being waved, and all the birds were flying...

When the song and dance ended, the audience burst into crackling applause, and the principal adjusted the frame of his mirror. Looking at the stage, he kept saying "good, good, good" in his mouth, and clapped with his hands!

While I was sitting on the chair, I forgot to clap my hands. All I could see was the head teacher's graceful dancing posture swaying, especially her pair of red dancing boots, which looked like stepping on beating musical notes, and like fiery red flowers blooming enthusiastically. So beautiful! So unforgettable!

From then on, I fell in love with music and dance, and even fantasized about finding a girlfriend like my head teacher when I grew up.