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
在风中听到了麦子哭泣的声音，树荫下的羞涩，一袭青花旗袍的古巷姑娘
每天都有着一个故事的结束，那些喧嚣过后留下的寂寞土埙
偶尔飘过的碎云，一首久违的老歌《梦里水乡》，已消失在远方……
Love is the soil
Very sad — miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Heard the sound of a wheat crying in the wind, under the shade of shyness, a blue and white cheongsam, ancient alley girl
Every day have a the end of the story, the lonely earth two-string fiddle after the hustle and bustle
Occasionally by the cloud, a long-lost oldies the hometown in my dream, already disappeared in the distance...
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
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发表于 2013-5-28 07:25
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