就恋这把土：梦断红颜 —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


古寺里传来诵经的旋律，多少被掩埋的过去，泼墨成一幅淡雅的大写意

用笔围堵所有的生命痕迹，零碎的诗行与季节无染，如果不是爱上这片土地

无暇走进诗经去触摸历史的云，用夕阳的最后一抹热血晕染红颜清梦，絮叨的呢喃谁懂
Love is the soil


The dream is broken
— miniature Prose poetry

The author／HeQiang

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


Came to chant melody in the temple, how many were buried in the past, or into a picture of quietly elegant of spring

Pen traces their all life, fragmentary lines without dyeing with season, if not in love with this piece of land

Too busy to walk into the history of the book of songs to touch the clouds, with the sunset last wipe the blood of shading beauty dream, chatty twitter who understand




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