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
盈池溢满呢喃的心语，那田埂上的跫音，搁浅了一季的艳裙
唇边依然是你的温度，茶染一丝隽永的禅味，魅惑了我所有的梦境
深深沉醉于丝丝缕缕的水韵，鲜热的沸水已带着我的气息，穿越荒芜哽咽无语 ，
Love is the soil
Hot tea real taste
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Whispering surplus pool is full of thoughts, the shelf-space The footsteps, ran aground a season of colourful skirt
His lips is still your temperature, dyed a meaningful zen tea, has charmed all of my dreams
Deeply intoxicated with the shui yun, while the fresh hot boiling water has brought my breath, across the desolate speechless |
发表于 2013-11-1 08:20
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