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
一点一滴的旋律，在斜阳的余辉里沉吟，惊不醒沉睡的记忆残垣
一曲黄梅依旧荡漾着乡音，牌楼与祠堂间的女人，落墨古道西风的旖旎
陨落红尘中所有的邂逅，染就一树赤裸的偶遇，在风中摇曳你画中的风景
Love is the soil
Listen to the voice of heart
— miniature Prose poetry
The author／HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Every little bit of the melody, in the setting sun's rays thoughtfully, surprised not to wake the sleeping memory moldering wall
A song of huangmei rippling still xiangyin, arched and ancestral temple of woman, walking the ancient road west wind charming
Falling all meet in the world of mortals, dye is a tree naked encounter, swaying in the wind you scenery in the picture
何强
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发表于 2013-10-22 07:31
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