In January 1999, in the worst season of the climate in Tibet, Yang Liping went to Lhasa for creative life experience. During the visit, a ray of extremely translucent sunlight leaked from the roof and shot on the murals, slowly moving. Suddenly Yang Liping's eyes lit up, swirled into the sunshine, and could not help but swing up. This is how she loved the art of dance. Whenever Yang Liping stands on the stage, it seems that every time is repeating herself, but every time is different, because every time she dances, it is both a natural reproduction, but also an artistic rebirth.
On stage, she has a kind of unfathomable magic, every move, even a resting note, is like a breeze sweeping over a vast body of water, and the sound of fine waves chasing in the silent body. She makes people moved by their own touch, their own discovery, her world can be read without using human language.
Yang Liping's dance is very pure, very pure, far away from the reality of the smoke is very far away, but very close to what our hearts long for. Her dance is always related to "spirit" and "soul", and with the help of familiar imagery to express people's inner realm, space, dreams and conscious activities, etc., her dance always gives people a transcendent, ethereal, indifferent, lyrical and self-conscious impression, she is a real "dance poet". She is a real "Dance Poet"