就恋这把土：与最后的荒芜对望—微型散文詩

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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




在古树下染埙，做一次深呼吸，恋着一方贫瘠的土地

一段记忆染红了几行笺香墨痕，耳语般的沙沙声，一树赤裸的禅语

蓝色妖姬并不代表爱情，残阳泣血的往昔，我在老巷子等你


Love is the soil



And finally deserted looked at
— miniature Prose poetry

author/He Qiang

"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
                                                    — poet MangKe




Under the ancient dyeing two-string fiddle, take a deep breath, love a barren land

A memory dyed red a few lines depicting fragrant ink mark, whispered the rustle, like a naked ChanYu tree

Blue demon ji does not represent love, sun quartermaster QiXie past, I wait for you in the old alley



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