When you read love, love is no longer there;
when you read spring, my world is all fallen leaves.
Reading is separated from writing by a cup of tea,
or sometimes, by life and death.
I am fond of myself abridged. Many love the branches I cut,
until miracle shows; you catch me up in reading.
You read the silence in a grain of sand, while I stay
in the tempestuous waves within.
About the author:
Li Yuansheng is a much celebrated Chinese poet and novelist. He is a member of China Writers' Association and one of deputy chairmen of Writers' Association of Chongqing City. His poetry is collected in Selected Poems of Li Yuansheng. Li is the recipient of Chongqing Literature Prize and People's Literature Prize.