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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
一个人在麦地,我把时间丢了,东流的弦音曾经破碎
心与旗袍对话,多少不敢触及的故事,一抹冬季残留的绿
删除的不是牵挂,复制的一树红艳,昨日遗失的风景?
Love is the soil
A song of shallow sing
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
A person in the field, I have lost the time, the east of the chords once broken
Heart dialogue with the Chinese dress, how many did not dare to touch the story of a winter remaining green
Not caring delete, copy a tree red, lost yesterday?
何强
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