The exhaustion of exclusive nor
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Old vines fold the dreams of the thinner, the memory of those stories folding, light the casual red skirt
Standing on blood Yang dyed red leaves, in the heart that wipe dust everywhere make frames of moment, where sound two-string fiddle away
Silently count after the grain, a wisp of breeze full bilge ripples and who is under the trees swaying landscape作者: 招小波 时间: 2013-9-28 07:21
老藤褶皱着越来越瘦的憧憬,那些被故事折叠的记忆,淡了偶遇的红裙