作者簡(jiǎn)介：
李華（Leanne li）中國(guó)陜西人，現(xiàn)居英國(guó)，記者，傳媒策劃人，專(zhuān)欄作家。無(wú)論倫敦是深沉還是陽(yáng)光燦爛，享受用LEANNE視線來(lái)感知和聆聽(tīng)每一個(gè)您的聲音。
About the poet：
Hua Li ( Leanne Li), born in China, is a poet, teacher, journalist and column writer. She enjoys pursuing her dream discovering the world.
好想聽(tīng)你說(shuō)愛(ài)我
文/ 李華 Leanne Li （英國(guó)）
綠色的樹(shù)木筆直的伸向藍(lán)天
枝葉互相穿插交織成天然的拱形門(mén)
羊兒就在不遠(yuǎn)處的綠色草坪上
幽靜的看著遠(yuǎn)方火紅的夕陽(yáng)
沉靜的思
風(fēng)景這里很靜
直到有著玫瑰花圖案的絲巾順著我的手臂
來(lái)回飛舞在這樣的靜中
一切都蘇醒了
蝴蝶翩翩的展開(kāi)雙翅
從花叢飛到我的滿是玫瑰的絲巾上
尋找那片芬芳
路上的小花也跟著舞起來(lái)了
柳枝煽動(dòng)著綠綠的新芽
悄悄地在春的氣息中
翠綠
路邊的小石子在我的腳下悉悉索索
我踮起腳跟生怕驚擾了它的去處
小松鼠從這棵樹(shù)跳到那棵樹(shù)
來(lái)回奏響著Kenny G的SONG BIRD
我索性倚著這片風(fēng)景看著他的文字輕舞
每一遍都是一幅清新激昂的畫(huà)卷
我禁不住開(kāi)始在林中狂
試圖追尋他的腳步
他的氣息 他的寬闊的胸懷 他的瀟灑的笑
因?yàn)槲蚁Ｍ驮谇胺?/p>
路邊那樹(shù)花開(kāi)又吸引了我的笑
我試圖如往常一樣跳躍去嗅她的花香
可是
一片片粉色的花瓣
落到了我的手心
我輕輕的捧著它 閉上眼睛給它一個(gè)深深的吻
在它失去芬芳和多彩的之前
用吻成全它最美的期待
那定是她美麗花期中最蕩氣回腸的詩(shī)篇
而我也不也如此嗎
我會(huì)一生去等待
他愛(ài)上我的那天
Love on the Way
By Hua Li -Leanne Li (UK)
Naturally
Trees stretch straight to the blue sky
A green arched door were formed
By the intertwined the branches and leaves.
Not far away
Sheep are on the green lawn
Quietly watching the fiery sunset in the distance
The scenery is such quiet
Until the scarf with the rose pattern runs along my arm
Dancing back and forth in this silence
Then everything is awake
Butterfly spreads its wings
Flying from the bush to my silk scarf where full of roses
Looking for the flower fragrance
The little birds on the road jumping excitedly
Willow branches incite green sprouts
Quietly in the breath of spring
Emerald green
The pebbles beneath my feet moving round and round
Squirrels jumped from this tree to that tree
Trying to play SONG BIRD like Kenny G
I simply leaned on this landscape
Thinking his words dancing romantically
Each time his words is a fresh and exciting picture
I can't help starting to run in the forest
Trying to follow his footsteps with love
On the way
The blossom of the tree by the road attracted me again
I tried to jump as usual to smell her floral fragrance
but
A Piece of pink petal
Fell into my palm
I gently held it, closed my eyes and gave it a deep kiss
Before it loses fragrance and colorfulness
Maybe to complete its most beautiful expectations
That must be the most poignant poem in her beautiful flowering period
But I must be happy to keep running lively as
His love is on the way before my rose falls off from my silk scarf
