-Dedicated to the sisters of Indian dancer Kalama.
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How to describe the dance of Indian Karama sisters?
If I were a poet, I would write a long poem to describe their various dances.
If I were a painter, I would use all kinds of colors to show their clear eyebrows and gorgeous clothes.
If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey their light dance steps and ringing bells.
If I were a sculptor, I would simulate their slim, agile and energetic figures on jade.
But I'm nothing! I can only describe this amazing dance art with my own poor words.
Like a baby, he saw a dazzling red lotus in the morning sun and a peacock dancing in the depths of the forest. He wanted to surprise him, but he couldn't find the right language except silence!
But, my friend, can I hold back my joy and excitement and not spit out my silence to you?
I dare not pretend to be a scholar who studies Indian dance to explain the history and factions of Indian dance, and to show that their performance of Bharata dance is authentic. I dare not praise their gestures like a dancer, how "excellent" they are.
I am just an admirer, but I am willing to try my best to tell the "beauty" of flying that I feel in my heart!
My friend, on an unforgettable night-
The curtain slowly opened, and a small table in the center of the stage was supported by a dance statue of Shiva Tian, with two high-legged copper lamps lit on both sides. The atmosphere on the stage was quiet and solemn.
Karama Lakshman is out. What a brilliant moment! She bowed her head to the audience, folded her hands deeply and looked up. She has a beautiful face, long eyebrows and eyes that can speak thousands of words.
She stood stiffly.
The flute sounded, the tambourine sounded, and Sansong and Karama began to dance.
She uses her long eyebrows, eyes, fingers and waist; She has flowers in her bun and a pleated skirt around her waist; With light steps and ringing bells, she slowly danced the joys and sorrows of the poem like a light cloud and a whirlwind.
Although we don't know the content of the story, our emotions can sing with her movements! We saw that she suddenly frowned, showing infinite sadness, and suddenly blushed with laughter, showing endless joy; Suddenly, the drooping eyelids on the side show shyness of turning back and forth; Suddenly, I looked at it angrily, showing all-powerful anger; Suddenly, I touched my arm gently, drew my eyes, smoothed my eyebrows and made a delicate and decent dress. Suddenly stand up, press the arrow and pull the bow, so that people can almost hear the clank of the strings! Like Potian, she forgot the audience and herself in the carnival dance. She just tried her best to tell the beautiful poetry story of ancient India with flexible and skilled limbs and facial features!
A dance performance (little sister Rada, sometimes dancing alone, sometimes with her sister, she is a chick! We find that they are not only gods and people, but also plants and animals: such as lotus flowers, deer galloping and peacock strutting, which can be described incisively and vividly! The most wonderful thing is the "snake dance", the gentle shaking of the neck and the trembling of the shoulders: a series of flexible peristalsis, from the fingertips of the right hand to the fingertips of the left hand! I really can't describe it, so I can only borrow two poems by Bai Juyi: "The pearls are dazzling and the stars are shaking, and the flowers are full of dragons and snakes."
After watching the dance of the Karama sisters, people deeply realized that India's beautiful and long-standing culture, art, dance, music, sculpture and pictures are all like branches on the same banyan tree, hanging down and rooted underground. This kind of multi-branch is closely connected with each other in the earth, absorbing the food provided by mother earth, which is a long history of the Indian people.
Karama and Rada are just two soft branches on this big banyan tree. Although Karama spent her twenty-two years on the stage for seventeen years; Twelve-year-old Rada also has four years of performance experience, but we know that India's great Mother Earth will continue to raise them.
The most disappointing thing is that they just showed their "Youlong" dance to the people of China. Because of the needs of the people of the motherland, I will fly back in two or three days!
In Beijing in the early spring, we can't find any full and fragrant flowers like their hometown of South India. We can only learn from their great poet Tagore's poem: Let's string our hearts of admiration and gratitude like red flowers, dedicate them to their chests, and bring them back to the Indian people, thanking them for their friendship and enthusiasm, and thanking them for their kindness in sending Lakshman sisters temporarily!