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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
任箫音在旖旎幽梦,旋律变成了泪珠,悠悠地缠绕着思念的堤
难以触摸的呢喃,红黄深绿相间的田野,一如画家随意抹上的一笔
欣赏一朵悄悄开放的玫瑰,没有夕阳的余辉,是谁辗疼了谁的心
Love is the soil
I'm not waiting for you
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Let Chinese flute sound in the deep and remote dream, melody turned into tears, independently with thoughts of the dike
Difficult to touch the whistle, green and red yellow and white field, as a painter at random with a pen
Appreciate a quietly open rose, not in the afterglow of the sunset, who is who run painful heart
何强
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