就恋这把土：淡淡的折撷 —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




家乡的黄土的确贫瘠，老瓦覆盖的幽居，呼吸着天人合一

那管竹箫落满了尘埃，苍白了谁的流年，唐诗化成一地碎片

失去这一滴水时，在这荒芜的田埂上寻觅，怎忍麦香悄悄离我远去？




Love is the soil



Pick light folding
— miniature Prose poetry

The author／HeQiang

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




Hometown of loess is poor and waldners coverage of living, breathing the nature and humanity

The tube The bamboo flute falls is full of dust, pale who turbulent, tang poetry into pieces

Lost a drop of water, in this desolate shelf-space for, how endure stay quietly away from me?



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