“红衣落尽暗香残,叶上秋光白露寒。”窗外的秋雨淅淅沥沥地飘着,“滴答滴答”地敲打着浅绿色的窗棂,也敲开了我尘封的记忆。蓦然回首,我才发现:钟表可以回到原点,却已不是昨天。回首舞台指尖轻拈梅枝,腰肢轻舞,手臂摆动,目之所及处,朵朵梅花绽放。着一袭红衣,随着音乐步上舞台,以最美的姿态演绎红梅的绽放。一曲《红梅赞》倾 “The red coat is so dark and fragrant, and the autumn leaves are white and cold.” “The autumn rain outside the window floated,” ticking “and tapping on the light green window, and knocking on my dusty memory. Suddenly look back, I found that: the clock can return to the origin, it is not yesterday. Looking back stage fingertips light twist plum branches, waist and waist light dance, swing arm, the eyes of the place, blossoming plum bloom. Dressed in red, with the music on the stage, in the most beautiful gesture interpretation of Hongmei bloom. A ”Hongmeizan" dumping