Poems of Li Ye
Tying Silk Fish for Friends
A foot of silk like unmelted snow
Is tied in the shape of two carp.
If you want to know what's in my heart,
Let's read the book of what I feel.
A private poem I think. I've never heard of tying string into the shape of carp. Perhaps it's ephemeral, like making Jacob's Ladder with her hands, as she thinks of friends with her heart.