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文/何强
“脚下的那片泥土,每抓起一把,都一定会攥出血来。”
-- 诗人芒克
谁用这样的速度,麦苗吮吸的时间,嗅泥土淡淡的气息
红葡萄酒淡淡的香味,田野的呼吸,孤独中化为一滴滴热泪
雷声应景的响了起来,不想回忆,凭腥风载梦殷红望尽
Love is the soil
Chewing life
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Who used this speed, the difference of time suck, smell smell light earth
Red light fragrance, the breathing of the field, reduced to a trickle tears alone
Thunder just rang, don't want to recall, with red in wind load dream deep red at all
何强
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