The 43nd Inter-School Dance Competition
Lower Primary – Creative award
Primary category A – Excellent award
Introduction:
I am a little warrior
The lively and playful little horses.
Chasing and playing on the grassland, in the forest…
They ran around aimlessly, causing chaos everywhere!
Okay! Lost! …
Let’s see how the little cowboy can get them back!
The lively and playful little horses.
Chasing and playing on the grassland, in the forest…
They ran around aimlessly, causing chaos everywhere!
Okay! Lost! …
Let’s see how the little cowboy can get them back!
Photo album:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1w9TH3R2zCZTgDxU93I3TNwjLnw5aE4Op?usp=drive_link
The 43nd Inter-School Dance Competition
Upper Primary
Primary category B – Excellent award
Introduction:
“Fight for the Peak”
The red and blue uniforms reflect the sun’s rays, and the two armies face each other like thunder.
The flag dances in the wind, the mountains and rivers move, the loyal soul and iron bones vow to shine.
The marshal takes the flag and competes for superiority, showing his majesty with equal strength.
The red and blue uniforms reflect the sun’s rays, and the two armies face each other like thunder.
The flag dances in the wind, the mountains and rivers move, the loyal soul and iron bones vow to shine.
The marshal takes the flag and competes for superiority, showing his majesty with equal strength.
Photo album:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SVe6dXnD9Huq3w6boTwxHLuXA6jCCQfS?usp=sharing
The 43nd Inter-School Dance Competition
Secondary Category – Excellent award
Introduction:
“Dreaming of Her”
The empty chair hurts the dream, I can only embrace the illusion. She is still traveling, and I long for her to hurry. Break through the flow of time, hold tightly, stick close, afraid of losing it again. “She” gave birth to my life, supported my growth, nurtured my life, and carried me to fly. “She” understood the gentleness of my daughter, endowed me with the strength of a woman, and enlightened me on the way of being a mother.
The empty chair hurts the dream, I can only embrace the illusion. She is still traveling, and I long for her to hurry. Break through the flow of time, hold tightly, stick close, afraid of losing it again. “She” gave birth to my life, supported my growth, nurtured my life, and carried me to fly. “She” understood the gentleness of my daughter, endowed me with the strength of a woman, and enlightened me on the way of being a mother.
Photo album:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17TSktlLy8_0zSPxHFNcQBwa6BMyLvfLk?usp=sharing
