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
残章断句品不尽醉, 痕尽田埂树荫缠绵的累，荣枯迭替的一抹抹绿
陶埙孤吹一个季节的没落，撩起夕阳西下的挽歌，五月的金黄南风吹过
拾起一穗枯黄的诱惑，泥土耐不住寂寞，一首宛转悠扬的无眠忐忑
Love is the soil
Lost in a corner of the sky
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Residual chapter there were not drunk, mark do shelf-space shadow lingering tired, from idea for a bit of green
TaoXun solitary blow a seasonal decline, whets the setting sun, a dirge, golden south wind blowing in May
Picked up a spike the lure of yellow clay to bear loneliness, a flowing melodious sleepless uneasy
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