a new complex move

Taolu needs to compile
Dramatic picture poses.
Here you are, propping up the table with your elbow.
Hand as a visor on your forehead and
Necessarily a half-closed gaze
To the floor, not seeing the floor.

Then
One eyebrow up "cheek in the palm".
Then
slouch like a shrimp.
Lips pursed.
Shoulders raised.
Walk, slightly swaying from indecision.
The White Guards also realized everything - such a mood -
overcoat and ripped shoulder strap.
Grief in the eyes.

Everything that is strained - strain.
And to present an allegory
excited and depressed and at the same time -
confusion - as if King Lear understood everything.
And he ran with his hair disheveled by the wind.

(It must be hard to be an actor:
Lear: - Okay, I got it and went.)

No need to ask why.
It should be as if all the clothes are tight.
And the shoes are also three sizes too small for the foot.
And the facial expression should correspond to this state.

It is necessary to frown and be sad, very dejectedly.

Taolu is the name of all the favorite erroneous poses in a complex,
which should be avoided.
And thoughts with such plasticity of movements too.

They are excess and decoration, and this does not decorate anyone.

Everything is ugly that is intentionally beautiful.
But we will not tell anyone about this.
Humanity is not ready for shocks of such force.

Ideally - in any situation - a brick face.
plastered brick - with a smile and a blush
Well, that is, they will kill you and will be glad, in any case.
That's what they all do, in general,
but I have a special magic.
There are aesthetic choices.

Bending over demonstratively is absolutely useless.
In the complex, the third movement is "the weeping willow leaned toward the pond."

A demonstration of nervousness?
Why and for whom?
This is the fourth movement "throwing coals."
This is all cheap posing because.

Well, of course, unless you are an idol
at a photo shoot "my sorrow" (big).
And you can't escape fate here.
No, you can smoke a cigarette in your teeth, this is a classic canon.

I am writing for myself, of course.
I just think out of tune without a piece of paper.
And here everything seems to be in a column.
As if everything is monolithic papier-m;ch;.

Taolu is called a pantomime of terrible suffering with wringing of hands.
No need to laugh, many live in such pantomime their whole lives.

So we are Chinese after all?
And certainly in a kinda.