I am the plum blossom that dances in the snow modern poem

Recently, I've become obsessed with Bai Luomei's "Plum Bones, Autumn Water Essay". From "If you are well, it is a sunny day - Lin Huiyin's biography" to "how much hatred in the west wind, blowing not scattered eyebrow - Nalan Rongruo word biography", I love it. Every time I read it, I seem to smell the dark fragrance of plum blossoms.

I am the dance of the snow of the plum blossom

The firm and soft bones of the reincarnation of this world

When I slowly bloom smile

The white and flawless dome of the sky

The fluttering snowflakes gently kneaded

Wake up the sleeping of my memories

The snowflake.

On that day in that month and year in my past life

you once called my name

holding an umbrella painted with plum blossoms

and accompanied me on the long rainy alleys

Do you remember

the cold and trembling of my hands in yours

I wore a thin powdered silk dress

and danced with a water-sleeve for you

.

I used to pull down my phoenix hairpin

I used to light up the silver lamp to read with you at night

Do you remember

I was as thin as a cold plum when I cooked tea

I was the plum blossom that danced in the snow

I am still pure and innocent when I am in silver

In the dense atmosphere of the plain paper

I wrote the words that fell like snow. I'm writing the words of snowflakes

Do you still remember

I'm playing the best music in the best of times