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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
写不出山的绝美,亵渎了水的宁静,谁家女子香沉了黄土地
想停下脚步留住你滑过的身影,目光深处那粉红的长裙,醉了沉沉的麦穗
开始仰望老槐树缝里的阳光,碎了一地的埙音,为何走不出泣血的春泥
Love is the soil
Miss a wheat harvest
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Not beautiful, violated the tranquility of the water, young woman with heavy background
Want to stop keep your slip, eyes deep in the pink dress, drunk heavy grain
Began to look up old scholartree seam in sunshine, two-string fiddle the sound of broken all over the floor, why can't walk out of In the spring of the soil
何强
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