Essay About Dance

Before I came to the United States, dancing is an important part of my life. I liked dancing because it’s not only an artist but also a beautiful language. I enjoyed showing myself in the spotlight, and I felt confident and excited when I won the applause from the audience. However, dancing was bittersweet to me. After dancing had become from a class or a job from a hobby, the meaning of dancing had changed for me. It seemed not as glorious as I’d thought it was. I entered my high school as an art specialty student when I was fifteen-year-old; therefore, participating the dance training in the school was my re-sponsibility. I accepted extensive training. Pulled muscles and twisted ankles caused me pain, and many times, I secretly cried because of insults. Dancing gradually eroded my passion and love of it. The dancing training was under extreme stress and very long time. My team members and I had to attend the dance class every day. Other students left school in the

A minute on the stage takes countless efforts, and behind the fin-ery and the spotlight, there are countless hours of practice. I cried and considered about giving up; nevertheless, I didn’t. I seriously took part in every dance class, made the per-formance with good preparation, and finally, I held the trophy and got applause. At that time, I thought dancing was worth the hard work I put in, and I still wanted to stick with it. Today, even though I have come to the United States, I still want to tell everyone that dancing is my hobby, and my soul is still dancing. When I look back at my life, I see a lit-tle girl who is biting the persisted, strong and fearless. I proud of her because she always bravely faces the difficulties and never gives up, and I also want to thank her because without her efforts and the things she has experienced, I would not be who I am