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
无数个夕阳的余音，给了我故事，大道无痕
轻轻地吸一缕春风，绿染麦地，静候你醉心的孕育
泥土搓成一曲曲婉约娉婷，一笔残留的冬季，诗在哪里？
Love is the soil
Life had a poem
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Countless led to the setting sun, gave me a story, avenue
Gently suck a wisp of spring breeze, the green wheat, waiting for your passion
Mud rub into numerous graceful and restrained have a graceful demeanour and a residue of winter, where is the poem?何强
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