Appreciation of Guanyin Bodhisattva's 600-word composition and peacock dance's imitation of dancing require parallelism and metaphor.

The curtain slowly opened and people immediately immersed themselves in it: it was a quiet night, with peaches and plums everywhere and the soft light of the bright moon reflected in the forest. The whole stage depicts such a silent moment. You can see that clever figure from a distance, but it is still, as if it were a proud peacock. Suddenly, from the depths of the forest, there were waves of loud birds singing. With the crisp sound, Yang li Ping, no, the peacock becomes more and more clear and dazzling on the fantastic stage.

The lights flashed, the musical instruments played, the skirt tilted and the peacock began to dance.

With his fingers, waist, head, neck, legs and feet, he danced the joys and sorrows of the poem with the dance skirt she was wearing, the bird pattern on the skirt, her slim and agile figure, and the holy and gorgeous dance skirt, which was as quiet as soft water and undulating as waves; Emotional twists and turns in the article; The profound meaning and charm in the painting; The passion for singing is gone!

We know nothing about this peacock's thoughts, but we are connected with this peacock!

When we look at her, we sometimes get up and spin quickly, showing an elegant and leisurely posture; Sometimes I bend over and spread my wings to show my embarrassment; Sometimes tender feelings are like water, showing deep feelings and returning to euphemistic shyness; Sometimes cold as steel, showing domineering arrogance! Like a peacock, between femininity and masculinity, it embodies the tenderness of the sun and the moon and the pride of the sky.

Look at his dexterous arms and fingers, how strange it is, twisting at any angle like a machine, so it forms a more bizarre action-"soft waves like waves": the arms are flat, it must be the wings of a peacock, undulating like clouds, shoulders shaking and hands rotating! Even the delicate joints of fingers are like the breeze blowing over the water, like the Chu Yang spreading through the forest, like the fragrance blowing through the heart.

I was deeply surprised to see Yang li Ping's sparrow spirit. This Dai dance is like a peacock in the biosphere. The biosphere in which he lives is the Chinese nation and our great motherland!