作者简介：
李华（Leanne li）中国陕西人，现居英国，记者，传媒策划人，专栏作家。无论伦敦是深沉还是阳光灿烂，享受用LEANNE视线来感知和聆听每一个您的声音。
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.
好想听你说爱我
文/ 李华 Leanne Li （英国）
绿色的树木笔直的伸向蓝天
枝叶互相穿插交织成天然的拱形门
羊儿就在不远处的绿色草坪上
幽静的看着远方火红的夕阳
沉静的思
风景这里很静
直到有着玫瑰花图案的丝巾顺着我的手臂
来回飞舞在这样的静中
一切都苏醒了
蝴蝶翩翩的展开双翅
从花丛飞到我的满是玫瑰的丝巾上
寻找那片芬芳
路上的小花也跟着舞起来了
柳枝煽动着绿绿的新芽
悄悄地在春的气息中
翠绿
路边的小石子在我的脚下悉悉索索
我踮起脚跟生怕惊扰了它的去处
小松鼠从这棵树跳到那棵树
来回奏响着Kenny G的SONG BIRD
我索性倚着这片风景看着他的文字轻舞
每一遍都是一幅清新激昂的画卷
我禁不住开始在林中狂
试图追寻他的脚步
他的气息 他的宽阔的胸怀 他的潇洒的笑
因为我希望就在前方
路边那树花开又吸引了我的笑
我试图如往常一样跳跃去嗅她的花香
可是
一片片粉色的花瓣
落到了我的手心
我轻轻的捧着它 闭上眼睛给它一个深深的吻
在它失去芬芳和多彩的之前
用吻成全它最美的期待
那定是她美丽花期中最荡气回肠的诗篇
而我也不也如此吗
我会一生去等待
他爱上我的那天
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
