Mo Ruanqi's eyes followed Weng Huaijing, who also had her hair tied in a bun. Her eyes were filled with little stars: "I'm so happy!"
"Friend? Our professor is a little different today than usual..."
Zi Wen's reaction was thoughtful: "Also...she never looked at her phone during warm-ups before. What happened today?"
"Our professor is in great condition today. I'm starting to believe that Wenwen is gentle. She actually said so many things to Xiaoqi..."
With a proud look on his face, he glanced at Mo Ruanqi, who was still slightly trembling, and suddenly Zhu Xiaoxi made an astonishing statement: "Friends of the professor, shouldn't you be talking about Teacher Yan Qing?"
Ning Meng's eyes widened: "How is that possible? You must have taken too much CP."
"We officially started class. "The Death of the Swan" was first performed at the Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg in 1905. Sixteen of the summer solo analysis reports of Ballet Class 1703 selected this solo dance. The premiere dancer was known as the 20th
The greatest ballet artist of the century, the principal of the Mariinsky-Kirov Ballet, Anna Pavlova.”
Straight to the point, Weng Huaijing maintained her usual teaching style. She spoke slowly, with a cold tone and a calm expression: "In last week's theory class, we also did a detailed breakdown of the movements of this solo dance."
"Ziwen, get ready to play the accompaniment..."
Looking past the bright-eyed little cute Mo Ruanqi, Weng Huaijing waved to her solo dance representative, then turned his back and leaned a little closer to the center: "I'll dance this dance completely first."
Zi Wen skillfully controlled the multimedia comprehensive education platform arranged in the corner of the practice room and played "the swan" composed by French composer Saint-Saëns.
The sad and low cello slowly played a series of wave-like undulating scales, accompanied by the lonely and clear piano accompaniment, like a lake with ripples, ushering in the arrival of the white and noble swan.
With her back to thirty students, Weng Huaijing completed her debut movements with a series of small steps on tiptoe. Her wrists were covered with frost, and her jade arms were like snow. With a few simple gentle arm-rubbing movements, and with the help of her body's breathing, she would
The elegant expression of the swan floating slowly on the rippling blue waves with its head held high is vividly interpreted.
The elegant and dignified dance steps flow with the music as if there is a kind of poetic rhythmic beauty. This sense of rhythm is transmitted from Weng Huaijing's white swan arms to her wrists and fingers, and finally flows out from her fingertips.
The small steps on tiptoe lead the graceful figure to rotate slowly. Weng Huai's beautiful face is full of tenderness and sadness. The thick sadness in her light dance steps gradually fades into a veil, and as she follows
The dark veil gradually lifts up, like an eternal swan floating on the lake.
The elegant and slender figure, swan-like neck, charming eyes, superb acting skills, solid technology, delicate movements, and superb musicality all constitute Weng Huaijing's extremely beautiful, solemn, and elegant dance posture.
Weng Huaijing's seemingly thin body is full of strong resilience. Her ethereal and soft fragility and tenacious physical strength are perfectly blended by her breathtaking control. The graceful swan dance steps of graceful Pingting are noble, sacred and extremely calm.
The powerful arm rubbing movement expresses the swan’s unyielding desire for survival as it fights against death.
Finally, the elegant standing posture was completely destroyed by pain, and the beautiful and proud swan gradually began to sink its center of gravity. The uncontrollable circling and ups and downs were mixed with a bit of helplessness, without deliberately exaggerating the swan's uneasiness and despair about death.
Weng Huaijing shows a romantic confrontation. The swan seems to be dancing peacefully with death, from fear to peace.
Finally, Professor Weng jumped up on his insteps, with his legs straight in a 180-degree split, and his two snow-white slender arms hanging down. Weng Huaijing lay down in the most stretched and beautiful posture. The swan accepted death calmly, and it still had a desire for life.
, but never kneel down to pray for mercy from the God of Death.
"The Death of the Swan" is only 4 minutes and 6 seconds long. Weng Huaijing uses her delicate acting skills and lyrical dancing to condense the fleeting beauty unique to ballet. With the core of "death but still life", she sings a life-like song.
The love song, graceful and lingering beauty with a bit of vigorous tremor, until facing death, the swan always maintains the grace and dignity of life.
"Snap, snap, snap!"
Amidst the uniform applause, Professor Weng Huaijing slowly bent his left leg as a supporting leg, his right calf was firmly attached to the wooden floor, and his arms drew an elegant arc and raised high. Even though it was just a teaching demonstration, Professor Weng still maintained his posture.
Always strict in stage etiquette, she used her iconic curtain call to end the solo dance magnificently.
"It's so beautiful. I, Professor Weng, am so beautiful..."
After witnessing the charm of classical ballet with her own eyes, Mo Ruanqi was simply shocked: "Even the curtain call was so amazing. Sister Xiaoxi, you are so happy!"
"Do you think we can watch performances like this every week?"
Zhu Xiaoxi looked completely stunned. After Ziwen casually replied to Xiao Mengxin, she looked nervously at Ning Meng who was next to the multimedia comprehensive education platform. She asked anxiously: "Video! Ning Meng! Did you take all the photos?"
"Of course! I don't even dare to breathe..."
Ning Meng patted his slightly raised chest with concern: "I guarantee the effect will be great, but it's a pity that the professor didn't wear a tutu skirt and a crown."
"The invisible crown is always on our professor's head..."
Zi Wen gave a thumbs up: "Hurry up and send me the heirloom treasure of our Babiao Class 1703!"
"The most important thing for everyone to remember is that any body language imitating a swan on the stage is actually a representation. The most important thing is the inner expression of the ballet dancer."
Weng Huaijing naturally changed his role to a teacher who teaches and educates people: "Next, try to put the pole against the full-length mirror to complete the disassembly movements..."
Professor Weng gave an order, and the twenty-nine girls in the ballet performance class 1703 each found their positions obediently, holding the dance bar in their hands and started practicing. Only Mo Ruanqi stayed in place at a loss.
"Classmate Mo, come here, stay with me first..."
Gently waving, Weng Huaijing continued her gentleness before class: "Let's help your senior sister make corrections together."
"Ning Meng, your physical condition is very good, and your movements are also very agile. Keep pouring better. Well, you still have the same problem, emotional control..."
The French words are correct. Weng Huaijing and his little follower set their first target on height and leg length. Ning Meng, who was raising her toes on the pole and making a pendulum motion with her calves to one side, paused briefly and said in a clear voice: "
In fact, the cold beauty performance method that the Vaganova school is good at is more suitable for you. You must learn to appropriately subtract facial expressions and convey emotions through the body to the greatest extent."
"Student Mo, please help Zhu Xiaoxi stabilize his supporting leg..."
When Weng Huaijing walked next to the next student, Zhu Xiaoxi was practicing the most technically difficult move in "The Death of the Swan", the crane posture, also known as "attitude". With the help of the barre, Xiao Mengxin's Xiaoxi
At this time, the senior sister stood on tiptoe with her right leg, raised her left leg high to the right and rear, and kept her knees bent. She worked hard to maintain the balance of her body.
Professor Weng pointed out the problem sharply: "When doing attitude, the center of gravity of the body is adjusted by bending the other leg. Zhu Xiaoxi, retract your calf 5 degrees."
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"Ziwen, your movements tell me that the swan is struggling desperately..."
The last student whom Weng Huai was assigned to teach corrective movements was naturally the representative of the solo dance class of Ballet Performance Class 1703. Ziwen, who was born in a dance family, had a solid foundation since she was a child. As she aspired to become a ballerina, her progress was naturally faster than that of other students.
After carefully watching Zi Wen complete a set of decomposition movements, Weng Huai said earnestly: "Struggle is a black fear and a fierce prayer. A swan never prays, and the same is true in the life of a ballerina."
"Professor, I will work hard towards this goal!"
It was obvious that Zi Wen understood the encouragement in Weng Huaijing's words. She glanced at Mo Ruanqi, who had been surrounding her professor, and she mustered up all the courage to say: "I heard... Wan Yao of the 15th class, senior Shi Yunbing and the others
I was recommended by a professor to study in the United States..."
"Hmm...I may also prepare a few letters of recommendation when you graduate..."
Under Zi Wen's eyes, Weng Huai smiled indifferently. She turned to the little girls in the ballet practice room whose eyes lit up when they heard the news and continued: "Everyone, come on!"
"Professor, can I also ask you a question?"
It was almost time for get out of class to end. Ning Meng knew Weng Huaijing's habits. She carried Professor Weng's handbag and followed her classmates to the center of the practice room.
Weng Huaijing seemed to be particularly gentle today, but she couldn't help but look at her handbag a few more times before replying: "Okay."
Ning Meng was pushed to Weng Huaijing by other little girls. She stared at Professor Weng with admiring eyes: "Professor Katrin Zakhanova of the Ballet Department of Juilliard School said that Lina Jungle's return to China has caused the New York City Ballet to lose
As the best classical ballet principal in the next twenty years...you...do you have any regrets?"
"Actually, I am far from being a qualified ballerina. At that time, only Ms. Catlin allowed me to specialize in solo dancing. In fact, as a dancer, most of my dance career is like polishing a rough stone, day after day.
Day after day, I kept polishing, and after many years, I finally had a beautiful stone..."
Weng Huaijing did not answer this question directly, but there were faint tears in her eyes: "It shines with a subtle light. This is the moment when you throw it into the river, turn around and leave to start a new life."
"A dancer's life is as short and beautiful as an epiphyllum..."
Mo Ruanqi was a little dumbfounded when she heard this. She asked hesitantly: "Is this... worth it, Professor Weng... Professor Weng?"
"How could it not be worth it? All ballet dancers spend their lives constantly polishing their bodies in pursuit of (artistic perfection). The body can be invaded by pain, disease and time..."
This name obviously gave Xiao Mengxin extra points. Weng Huaijing couldn't hold back and smiled lightly. With a picture-like look on her face, she continued to explain patiently: "But when it is polished into an increasingly smooth container, the content in the container
The owner has already achieved (artistic perfection) in a sense.”
"Professor, it must have been very hard for you when you were studying alone in New York. How did you persevere?"
"Professor, you have won all the gold medal honors of the Balanchine School in your junior year. How did you do this?"
The bell rang on time, and the little girls who collectively experienced Professor Weng's gentle side for the first time reacted particularly enthusiastically and asked questions one after another.
"There have indeed been many difficult and glorious moments in dance practice, study, or life, but it has passed now. I don't want to remember or mention it. The meaning of life is always to look forward."
In the eyes of the students, Professor Weng smiled more today than she had in the past two years. She concluded the class with a philosophical remark and took the handbag from Ning Meng. Weng Huaijing waved her hand and did not take away any piece of it. Yun Cai: "get out of class is over!"
ps: If you are interested in ballet, you can search for "The Death of the Swan" on station b. It is recommended to watch the 2015 version of svetlana zakharova (Z God). For the curtain call of Jinger, you can refer to the 2010 performance video of Z God.
The prototype of Professor Weng's ballet image is the Z God blessed with acting plug-ins, not Lopa.