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
依稀尘封的麦地，梦牵魂绕的思念，麦子你在哪里
那一抹金黄的微醺，醉了童年的纯真，一滴染透心笺的梦呓
古巷在腥雨中出轨，风起时血阳煮心，无法捡拾起醉与琴音
Love is the soil
The wheat is lost
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Vaguely dusty wheat, dream soul around the thoughts, the wheat where are you
The golden small drunk, drunk the innocence of childhood, depicting a drop of dye of talking
Ancient alley derailed in red in the rain, the wind when blood Yang boiling heart, not picking up drunk with sound
何强
地址：安徽省合肥市亳州路畅园新村72栋405室
邮编：230031
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邮箱：hqyhyh@yahoo.com.cn
手机：13856059543
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