When I see Hua Die's songs and dances, I think of poetry.

When I see Hua Die's plays and dances, I think of poems:

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

This poem comes from:

Looking for flowers by the river, part six

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.