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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
惊醒了独倚老槐的身影,仰望星空的人,缱缱与季节同行
醒与梦的边缘,流泻了音符,邂逅了谁的抽泣
忘记了天有多高,麦子痴情的升腾着它的黄,有了岁月的味道
Love is the soil
More quiet — miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Woke up alone on the figure of acacia, look up at the starry sky, Of not and mutually leave with the season
Edge, waking and dream comes the note, who met sobs
Forget how high the day, the wheat spoony rise its yellow, with the flavor of The Times
何强
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