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
倚在田埂上听自己的脚步,如落于纸上的一点温度,将我焚化成一缕微尘的感动
无法捡拾起曾经平仄的蛊惑,不再讲絮叨的故事,文字倾覆过后的静憩
枯坐书房享一曲痴痴地埙曲,悄然叩醒麦地的嘤嘤呢语,泛起羞涩的红晕吟咏成诗
Love is the soil
Lost in the way of writing
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Leaning on the ridge to hear his steps, such as falls at a point on the paper temperature, to incinerate me into a wisp of dust
Not picking up once the level and oblique tones and no longer ramble about the story, capsized the static water after the text
Su study enjoy a song begging a two-string fiddle, quietly knocking wake field of language, flush shy blush intone into poetry
何强
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