|◎My Lovingness to You|
By A Suspending Cloud
Lovingness to you. I love your rivers despite of their ever hardening arteries
And your alluvial plains. I love your gasping mountain ranges, your sterile deserts
And the Gobi where hares never go to shit. I love your land--high west and low east
Summer heat and winter cold, and your goat-dropping-shaped villages. I love
The zigzag-lined black pottery, the painted pottery with fishtailed patterns.
I love square bean-curd poems from Tang Dynasty, and Song Dynasty lyrics like
I love your heritage: silkworms, mulberry trees, herbal medicine, Kaolin clay,
Tunes of your traditional operas, Laozi’s works, dumplings, ground burial,
Internal strife, and long-neglected social values. I love you the way a dog does.
Lovingness to you as I love my mom, as smokers love cigarettes of Great China brand,
As stockholders love limit-up bulletins, as lechers love adult movies.
Lovingness to you. I’m to love you from each mountain, each river, each piece of land,
I’m to start from every single grain seedling, every single line out of your dialects,
One ant after another, one square kilometer after another of your land
Till my lovingness ends up to 9.6 million times, and then my love will go over
The whole of your 9.6 million square kilometers