"Springtime Musings," an original production by teacher Hou Muyi, [Yuanyan Dance]

The paulownia blossoms are in full bloom, a light rain washes away the dew, cleansing the Qingming Festival.

The apricot blossoms are ablaze in the forest, the peach blossoms embroider the fields, a beautiful scene like a screen. — Liu Yong, Song Dynasty, "Magnolia Flower Slow - The Paulownia Blossoms in Full Bloom"

Teacher Hou's dance perfectly interprets the whispers of spring, rising with the wind, with the birdsong, with the babbling brook, with the rebirth of all things. Ethereal, ethereal, yet full of vitality. When you enter spring, all things in heaven and earth awaken together: the birds in the sky flap their wings to awaken the fish, the fish open their eyes to startle the lakes and seas, the waves in the lakes and seas shatter the mountains. Snowflakes fall into the spring mist, the mist hides the roads, the roads wind through the mountains and fields, at the end of which the newly risen sun meets the moon of last night.

Another year of spring's beauty, it seems we can hear them slowly awakening. These myriad creatures, disappearing and returning, blending into heaven and earth, for ten thousand years.