就恋这把土：梅 —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




静静地聆听雪的旋律，仿佛整个世界只有一种声音，是冬夜燃烧过的爱情

所有的血蕴育出一树的蕾，与季节进行最后的对话，月夜映照那瓣瓣晶莹

独饮这一抹淡然沉醉，红颜撩拨赤蕊万籁俱寂，摇曳清透的箫声裂肺撕魂




Love is the soil


The plum blossom
— miniature Prose poetry

The author/HeQiang

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




Quietly listening to the snow melody, as if the whole world is only one voice, love is winter night burning

All the blood came out of a tree bud, a dialogue with the last season, moonlit reflected the leaf of glittering and translucent

Only drinks a cool drunk, beauty teases red core a calm, clear swaying crack lung to tear the soul of those who weep




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