Confession Poem by Shaojun Li

Under the tree, we chatted about our dreams
You said you would write biographies for the mountains, and chronicles for the water

For me, I just wished to shoot a portrait album of the clouds
Paint a landscape picture outside the window
(sprinkled with a couple of birds singing)
And a sketch of my little girl at home

Needless to say- - -
she has to stand in the garden under the papaya tree

——translated by Shelley Kristina