Body holds stories. Body holds life.

In the dance class, we all become dancers.

Sway, turn round and round......

Though our dance movement may not standard, even looks a little funny, we all enjoy and relax ourselves, to some extent, we have touched a new area with our body.

Dance, used as a form of expression and presented in a spiritual setting.The movements of dancer express what we see, feel, hear, touch, smell and taste in a beautiful dance.What really struck me is two young men dance on the stilts (actually I don't know how to describe the tools in accurate phrase.) They rotate toward the same direction at the same speed in their intersected world; they light up the sparkle of life, dance the melody of life, and create a eternal world hand in hand.A phrase comes into my mind-"dance with shackle". The dance is a story, a story of life, a story about struggling for the fate.

"Body holds stories" , a dancer says to us. I like this expression. I love dancing, though I may just simply purse the sensory meet . I love dancing, though using body language is not my forte. I love it, just because I can find myself in it.

Body holds not only stories, but also life.