A White Rose

Bing Xin

    How come I stand alone by the river? The hazy sky is that dawn or dusk? Where can I inquire? I simply feel I am in an ocean of flowers, amid the flowers mixed a few white roses.

    There she comes，she comes down from the hill. With a bunch of flowers in hands，she appears in a plain white dress with beautiful make up.

    "Come hither，give you a white rose，you may pin on the lapel，”I say. She beams with a word，but I can not hear.However, I seem to no pick one，and she does not wear it，holding the flowers still, she walks forward.

    Looking up the path she passed, I can see both sides of the path covered with blooming flowers, drooping flowers, and fallen flowers.

    I suppose white flower is better than red flower all the time yet why didn't I pick one, and she didn't wear one?

    What's the place forward? Why not go with her?

    It's over, the flowers disappear, and the dream awakes,what may be ahead? If I had picked one, had she been wearing it?