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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
去了你不知道的远方,曾在麦地迷失方向,青灯古佛那根弦颤动的玄想
痴痴地独听雨声,那曲封存在江南的经典音籁,悸动震撼内心的诗意
斑驳了人之初的梦想,燃烧今夜的文字,黄河走向海洋
Love is the soil
China good voice
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
You don't know the distance, lost in wheat, an oil lamp before the statue of Buddha that strings vibrate contemplation. Both
Every time alone to listen to the rain, the classic sound of naqu sealed in jiangnan, which shock the heart throb of the poetry
Mottled the people at the beginning of the dream, burning tonight, the Yellow River to the sea
何强
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