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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
执笔墨淡斜出了几枝乱红,迟来的嫣赤中找寻绿染新枝,往昔的记忆
疏枝寡叶,当诗歌遇见爱情,栖息在沉睡着的诗词里,等待大梦初醒
落蕾霜染的小径,轻撩一缕相思蕊,暗香盈袖该谁来品?
Love is the soil
Draw 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
Light Angle of ink out of the red, a few branches of late yan deeply in the red for green dye sections, the memory of the past
Branches few, when you meet love poetry, perched in the poetry of sleeping, waiting for the big dream wake up early
Falls grey frost dyeing, light curtains a wisp of acacia, fragrance surplus sleeve of the who's goods?
何强
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