What poems describe the beauty of skating?

The wind is light, the clouds are light and the sun is shining, and the jade mirror dances the old man. Wearing a purple swallow, passers-by applauded.

Short skirts are dancing on the ice, gathering eyes in various ways. As light as a fairy and as healthy as a dragon. Praise becomes a sensation, but admiration is low for a long time The stage is vast, and the skills can be poor, just like the dancers keep coming.

Sentences describing the beauty of skating

1, I was dazzled by their beautiful posture. I couldn't wait to put on my protective gear and skates and walk trembling on the ice. The smooth ice glistened in the sun, and I was both excited and scared.

I was very unskilled at first, especially when I saw my cousin who started skating half an hour earlier than me. Although he skated very fast, he still fell many times. Every time he fell, he was covered in broken ice like a failed tumbler.

So I skated more carefully, speeding up from time to time, pushing the chair around steadily and slowly, without falling down once. So I got up the courage, moved the chair slowly, held the wall firmly, and was always ready to fly.

3. After several laps, I let go of the hand holding the wall more boldly, imagining everyone sliding in and out of the ice easily and sliding fast. I was absorbed in sliding along the track, and my eyes looked at the ground unconsciously, for fear that the road ahead would be uneven.

I didn't look up until my cousin reminded me. At this point, I have skated many times, gradually releasing my tense nerves and starting a long "flying" journey.