就恋这把土：静思 —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


满眼的星光在静默中守候，歌颂自己的音符却怎么也吐不出口，灵魂早已埋藏着泥土不可泯灭的合奏

风袭雨蚀无数季节的手，黄土地孕出的信天游依然荡在我的喉，一碗苦茶是我最奢侈与她沉默的交流

麦收是本打开的画册再也不会有人享受，最后一个幸福和微笑的音符，谁能读懂思想之外的糊涂缘由








Love is the soil


Meditation — miniature Prose poetry

The author/HeQiang

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


Eyeful of starlight in silence waiting for you, sing praises to his own notes how to also can not spit export, soul has long been buried soil guardians ensemble

The wind in his season rain erosion countless hands, at the background of XinTianYou still at my throat, a bowl of bitter tea is my biggest luxury silent communication with her

The field is never someone to enjoy this open album, note the last happiness and smile, who can understand the confusion of thought beyond reason




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