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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
麦子的味道已润湿了我的生命,敬畏黄土执笔涂抹的大写意,深深的吸一口地气
失修的老屋,伐倒的青桐,荒芜的记忆,我的埙音飘渺一朵不可告人的蓝色妖姬
或许这辈子都无法走出麦地,我的旧位置,独醉夕阳下的红颜,这不是奇迹?
Love is the soil
Possession of Blue roses
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
The flavor of the wheat has been wetting my life, the fear of the loess pen blotted out spring, a very deep breath
Perhaps in this life can get out of the wheat, my old position, drunk the sunset beauty, this is not a miracle?
Perhaps in this life can get out of the wheat, my old position, drunk the evening yan beauty, this is not a miracle?
何强
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