我喜欢读你,你似雨后玫瑰,媚丽迷人。我喜欢读你,你似清晨绿叶,纯碧如莹。我喜欢读你,一月不见,如隔卅载。每当你出现的时刻,我便如面对久别重逢的恋人,想见你却又害怕见到你——因为我不知道,在你的田野里,是否会有我耕耘的足迹。我喜欢读你,无论何年何月,何时何地,只要有你相伴,我就有把时光抛却脑后的勇气。我喜欢读你,哪怕狂风暴雨,哪怕电闪雷鸣,我愿与风雨作伴,在每个孤寂的日子里,与你相依。 I like reading you, you like roses after the rain, charming charming. I like to read you, you like the early green leaves, pure Bi like Ying. I like to read you, not seen in January. Whenever you appear, I am faced with long-lost lovers, want to see you but afraid to see you - because I do not know, in your field, whether there will be my hard work. I like to read you, no matter what year month, when and where, as long as you accompanied, I have the courage to leave time behind. I like to read you, even if the storm, even thunder and lightning, I would like to storm companionship, in each lonely day, with you.