I can't put it down.

Tao Yuanming, a native of Jin Dynasty, was unwilling to kneel down for Wudou Rice, abandoned his official position and went back to his hometown to farm. He described his rural life in "Five Songs of Returning to the Garden" like this:

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

His poems are as easy to understand as nursery rhymes, but the lines are full of piano practice and integrity.

Liang Xiaotong is a preface to Tao Yuanming's poetry and prose. He said: "I love reading Tao Yuanming's articles and can't put them down."

"I can't put it down" because I like it and I won't let it go for a long time.

(From the Southern Liang Dynasty? Xiao Tong's Preface to Tao Yuanming)

Put down means: release: put down. I like it so much that I don't want to let it go.