踩着鼓点,小碎步轻快,水袖飞舞着一片斑斓,金扇后半掩着彩妆粉饰的面庞,眉眼多情,淡淡一抹微笑,暗淡了多少珠饰玉雕,明亮了万千戏韵悠长。说话带着一股京腔味儿的京剧老师,提着嗓子唤着一群吵吵嚷嚷的孩子,开始带领他们练习基本功。踢腿,干净利落;云手,行云流水。孩子们一个个全神贯注,腰杆儿挺得笔直,入神得很。这是我与京剧的初遇。小学时我曾加入学校京剧班学习,第一次上课时,教室墙壁上挂着的 Stepping on the drums, small nibbled briskly, water sleeves flying with a gorgeous, golden fan half masking the makeup whitewash face, facial expressions passionate, light touch of a smile, dim the number of beads jade carving, bright thousands of drama rhyme long. Peking opera teacher, who spoke with a taste of Beijing, called a group of noisy children with his throat and began to lead them to practice basic skills. Kick the leg, neat and tidy; One by one the children preoccupied, waist straight very straight, very enchanted. This is my first encounter with Beijing Opera. When I was a primary school, I joined the school to study Peking Opera classes, the first class, hanging on the classroom wall