就恋这把土：林森森 —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


每一棵树都有自己的故事，深林中并不存在什么风景，几缕曦阳刺破梢尖卧地

捧着这枚泥与火的精灵，倚树吹出一抹无人能懂的云水禅心，心伤的疼痛像藤蔓一样不断地生长

凝眸黄叶悄无声息的落入了尘土，今夜会有一扇紧闭的门扉，那枚古埙又开始了新的流浪
Love is the soil


The depths of the forest
— miniature Prose poetry

The author／HeQiang

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


Each tree has its own story, there is no scenery in the deep forest, the rays of the sunrise Yang pricking pin pointed lay down

Holding this mud and fire elves, leaning against the tree blow out no one can understand a bit of knot of zen, the pain of heart injury like vines grow unceasingly

Gaze yellow leaves quietly fall into the dust, tonight there will be a closed door, that old Xun and started a new street




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凝眸黄叶悄无声息的落入了尘土，今夜会有一扇紧闭的门扉，那枚古埙又开始了新的流浪



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