海 外 頭 條總 編 火 鳳 凰 （海外）
海外頭條總編審 王 在 軍 （中國）
海外頭條副編審 Wendy溫迪（英國）
圖片選自百度
作者簡介：
李華（Leanne li）記者，詩人，老師，傳媒策劃人，專欄作家。著有”泰晤士河畔的低語”系列英文詩集。無論這個世界是深沉還是陽光燦爛，享受用LEANNE視線來感知和聆聽每一個您的聲音。
About the poet
Hua Li ( Leanne Li), born in China, is a poet, lecturer, journalist and column writer. Her English work including “ The Whispers of Thames”. She enjoys pursuing her dream discovering the world.
That Is That
LEANNE LI/ HUA LI
I will cross the whole world just to find you,
even if only for a fleeting moment.
If I cannot see that singular shade of blue in your eyes,
how could I ever drift into sleep?
Though the London Eye keeps spinning without pause,
I would still linger beneath the night sky,
like Van Gogh’s Starry Night,
searching within its silent swirls
for the light that belongs to you.
I will climb mountains and ford rivers to draw near,
like elephants in Tanzania
splashing together in the river at dusk,
even if your glance is cold as Alpine snow,
even if you are no more than a passing silhouette.
Even if your words fall sharp as blades
and leave their trace upon my skin,
still, I would return in dreams
to read them once more,
for every echo you leave behind
is the rhythm of my being.
I will walk through the tunnel of time to reach you,
though countless exclamations
strike like arrows to my chest.
If the whisper is yours,
I will carve it into the stone of my soul.
Like Curie drawing light from the flame,
like Galileo lifting his gaze to the stars,
I would release all the warmth within me
in an unguarded instant,
so that you may know—
the vastness of the world
can also be tender.
I will cross the universe itself to seek you,
though planets rise like barriers,
yet dawn always follows the night,
and roses bloom in the hush of morning.
When the Seine shimmers with mist at daybreak,
when Florence’s dome glows with the first fire of the sun,
when Prague’s bells echo in the twilight,
I will dance in a white dress,
so your gaze may meet mine once again.
That gaze, a flame,
ignites the landscape of my world,
as Newton’s falling apple
once sparked the fire of truth.
And then, you shall be the lighthouse.
Though cliffs of ice may tower,
the voyage will flow like music,
like a saxophone pouring its golden hymn,
like Raphael’s canvas lit with living light.
And my world will be
as sweet as honey,
as boundless as the African plain
where elephants charge unafraid—
joyful, unbroken,
ever moving toward the sun.
《時光偷不走的低語》
我要穿越整個世界去遇見你，
哪怕只是短暫的一瞬，
只要看見你眼底那一抹獨有的藍，
不然，我如何能安然入眠？
縱然倫敦眼不停旋轉(zhuǎn)，
我仍愿在夜色的星辰下守望，
像梵高筆下的《星夜》，
在無聲的渦旋中，
尋找屬于你的光。
我要翻越群山與大河去靠近你，
哪怕是坦桑尼亞的大象群
在河水中奔騰而過的片刻，
哪怕你的回應(yīng)冷若阿爾卑斯的冰雪，
哪怕只是轉(zhuǎn)瞬的剪影，
即便鋒利如刀劍般的字句
劃過心靈，
我依然愿在夢境里反復(fù)誦讀，
因為每一絲回響
都讓我感到生命的脈動。
我要穿過時光的隧道去追隨你，
縱使無數(shù)個感嘆號
像冷箭般穿透胸膛，
只要來自你的低語，
我就會把它鐫刻進靈魂的石壁。
如同居里夫人從火焰里提煉的光，
如同伽利略仰望夜空探尋的星，
我愿將我的全部溫度
在你不經(jīng)意的瞬間釋放，
讓你知道世界的遼闊
原本也可以溫柔。
我要穿越整個宇宙去尋找你，
縱使星球重重阻隔，
也總有黎明取代黑夜，
總有玫瑰在晨曦中開放。
當(dāng)塞納河在晨霧里泛起微光，
當(dāng)佛羅倫薩穹頂被日出點亮，
當(dāng)布拉格的鐘聲在暮色中回蕩，
我將著一襲白裙輕舞，
讓你的目光再次與我相遇。
那目光，如火焰，
點燃我整個世界的風(fēng)景，
像牛頓手中墜落的蘋果
點燃了真理的火花。
那時，你將是我的燈塔，
縱有冰山削壁，
航程也因你而悠揚。
如薩克斯風(fēng)吹出的旋律，
如拉斐爾畫布上流動的光影。
我的世界將因此
甜美如蜂蜜，
遼闊如非洲草原上
大象群奔騰的腳步，
無畏、歡騰、
向陽而行。
換一換
