No Acrobat of a Lion Dancer

The celebration of a Spring Festival in freezing, rather quiet Bad Godesberg in Bonn, Germany, evoked memories of my performing lion dances in the Midlands under cold England sky, when I was a student in the UK.


Not many people in the UK had seen lion dances then as the Bamboo Curtain was deeply entrenched and travel between China and the outside world was strictly controlled or prohibited.

It was a novelty then for the English people to watch our lion dances. They must have been fascinated by the ornately-made lion head, the noisy hitting of the gong and the beating of the huge drum. As to the dancing, we were just galumphing. Our movements were rather simple and rudimentary. It was nothing compared to the performances of the skilful and rather acrobatic lion dancers of mainland China.

Looking back, I deem myself fortunate to have the experience of doing the lion dance, to the fascination or enjoyment of everyone, at the various school functions in the UK, although I was no skilful acrobat of a lion dancer.

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