作者：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 耳麦里塞满了雪与风的和弦，一种怎样的诱惑，梦影残痕的凝噎 无言的影子若隐若现，有一种呜咽，遗落了欠你的一阙墨韵惊艳 枕梦做着最美的合声，深情的旋律，触摸到一行凭窗倚楼的诗罂
Love is the soil Whistle winter — miniature Prose poetry Author: HeQiang "At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding." — poet MangKe Headset filled with snow and wind chord, a kind of what kind of temptation, MengYing residual mark of setting choke The shadow of the silent if, there is a SOB, lose owe you a que MoYun jing is colourful Pillow dream do the most beautiful chrous, loving melody, touch a line by window relies on the floor of the poem linoleic
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