八岁那年,我的梦想是当一名舞者,长大为祖国夺得荣誉。所以,每周六下午我都去舞蹈室苦练基本功。那时候,我的性格内向,特别不自信。记得有一次,老师手把手地教我们下腰。“来,排好队,一个个来。”老师温柔地说。快到我了,怎么办?我不自觉地为自己捏了一把汗。看见前面的同学们一下子就成功了,我心里既期待,又害怕。终于轮到我了。“来,过来,老师教你怎么做。”老师温和的话语又传到我的耳朵里。 At the age of eight, my dream was to be a dancer and grow up to win the honor of the motherland. So, every Saturday afternoon I go to the dance studio to practice basic skills. At that time, my character was introverted, especially not confident. I remember once, the teacher taught us the lower hand. “Come, lined up, one by one. ” The teacher said softly. I’m coming, what to do? I do not consciously pinch a sweat for myself. See the students in front of a sudden success, and my heart is both looking forward and afraid. Finally it’s my turn. “Come, come over, the teacher taught you how to do it.” "The gentle words of the teacher spread to my ears.