Dance square dance with mom

After dinner, my mother suggested going out for activities. Looking at my mother's Gherardini eyes, I thought I was going to meet my friends. I just want to laugh at her. I heard her say, "Eating too much is not good for losing weight. I will take you out for a walk. " Well, it's a joke. I couldn't help it as soon as I got home.

There were many people in the square that day, including a group of aunts who moved with the rhythm and several uncles. At first glance, uncle's dance has been practiced for many days, and his movements are very skilled, which is not inferior to his aunts.

Mother immediately joined the team and danced happily. Looking at her hands that are sometimes raised and sometimes dropped, her slender waist is still dancing with "youth". I sigh that although the years have left traces on every body that is no longer young, it can't stop every heart that yearns for rhythm.

In addition to dancers, there are people who watch dancing. Perhaps it is inconvenient to take the children, and the surrounding aunts can't help jumping when watching the children play. Seeing that I was looking at her, I couldn't help smiling shyly. The children running in the outer circle remind me of being in the country when I was a child. On summer nights, we also chase and fight in groups, and adults enjoy the cool and chat under the trees at home. Wave the fan, let's not run too fast, lest we sweat again. And where do we care so much? It's the joy of running.

There are two or three stalls selling toys in the outer ring. A group of children gathered around a pot of colored Brazilian tortoises, reaching out their little hands from time to time to grasp the tail and shell, and were not afraid at all. I wonder if I can sell it. The little turtle was scared to death. The stall owner rushed over to stop it. "Turtles are good at biting people." They were frightened and quickly drew back their sinful little hands. Pulling adults to buy them home.

My mother was a little tired from dancing, so she came and stood next to me and asked me if I was bored. I said, no, it's interesting. Look at that girl in white, dressed neatly, with delicate makeup, beautiful earrings, a chubby figure and a white skirt, dancing deeply and intoxicated. It doesn't matter whether you dance well or not, what matters is that you are happy. Mom said, yes, happiness is very important.

At this time, the music stopped. Today's square dance is over, and the booth begins to close. People walk home unhurriedly and look at smiling faces. They feel like bystanders. In front of them, it is like a painting, depicting the life of the people in this small town. Adults are getting older, children are growing up and handed down from generation to generation.