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
没有深的根基，把心放在麦地的褶皱里，嗅着泥土的气息
聆听麦子萌土的呼吸，没有黑白键跳跃的影子，欲望满蘸醒的诗意
渐渐远去的黄土，冬季残留赤裸的美丽，我在城市的边缘绕行
Love is the soil
Thick soil not language
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
No deep foundation, put the heart in the fold of wheat, smell the smell of earth
Listen to wheat of soil respiration, without the shadow of the black and white key jump, desire full dip in wake of poetry
Gradually out of the loess, winter residual naked beauty, I at the edge of the city
何强
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