Preface

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It was a summer evening, and the guests gathered in the garden with a view of the sea, the air filled with the fragrant scent of ripe lemons. The evening glow floated gently and brilliantly in the distant sky, casting golden light that illuminated everyone's faces. Later, her parents were called away, leaving Pan Xinian alone at the edge of the scene. They walked further and further away, and she called out to them repeatedly, but no one turned back. At that moment, a pair of hands reached out in front of her, and a voice cut through the soft music and the laughter of others, saying to her: "Let's dance next." On that day, her mother wore a rose-red dress, with black satin shoes adorned with a white silk flower at the toe. She held Pan Xinian's hand, bending down to lead her in a slow dance: one step, two steps, three steps, stop; one step, two steps, three steps, stop. Her hair was brushed by the sea breeze, a few strands tickling Pan Xinian's face, making her laugh. At that moment, her parents switched places, and her father took her to continue dancing. Her father was tall, bending even lower, smiling as he called her name over and over, leading her through one move after another. She no longer remembered the name of the piece, and later, when she tried to find it, she still came up empty. However, she always remembered the melody of that piece, and more importantly, she remembered it as a long dance, forever frozen in time along with that day's sunset, lemon trees, and laughter. Pan Xinian always remembered that at the age of eight, she had danced a dance.

Later, her parents were called away, leaving Pan Xinian alone on the sidelines. They walked further and further away, and she called out to them repeatedly, but no one turned back. At that moment, a pair of hands reached out in front of her, and a voice cut through the soft music and the laughter of others, saying to her: "We will continue to dance."

On that day, Mother wore a rose-red dress, and on the tips of her black satin shoes, there was a white silk flower. She held Pan Xinian's hand, bent down, and led her in a slow dance: one step, two steps, three steps, stop; one step, two steps, three steps, stop. A few strands of her hair were blown by the sea breeze onto Pan Xinian's face, causing her to laugh because it tickled. At that moment, the parents switched hands, and Father took over to continue the dance with her. Father was very tall, bending even lower, and he repeatedly called her name with a smile, leading her through one dance move after another. A few strands of her hair were blown by the sea breeze onto Pan Xinian's face, causing her to laugh because it tickled. At that moment, the parents switched hands, and Father took over to continue the dance with her. Father was very tall, bending even lower, and he repeatedly called her name with a smile, leading her through one dance move after another.

She no longer remembers the name of the piece, and later, despite her efforts to search for it, she found nothing. However, she always remembers the melody of that piece, and even more so, she remembers that it was a long dance tune, forever frozen in time along with that day's sunset, lemon trees, and laughter

Pan Xinian always remembers the year she was eight, when she danced a dance