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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
一生长望,依依惜别的乡音,顺着瘦长的田埂走去
被岁月染上阴影, 不成旋律的声音,我和泥土的对话
没有麦子呵护的麦地,与那棵老槐对视,唤起我对万千生命的悲悯
Love is the soil
Township of love
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Stepped a growth, said goodbye, go down the lanky field ridge
Have created years shadow, not the voice of melody, my conversation and dirt
No care of wheat wheat, and the acacia tree look each other in the eye, arouse my compassion for all life
何强
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