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
游人挤推匆匆的脚步，丈量着石坊小径，红叶点燃契缘与你相遇
亲闻一片片古槐落蕊，倾听根系的呻吟，无法碰触的一段段惊心
一捧泥土独自和樱花对话，借先人的亭阁泣血，醉态蛊惑遗落的故事
Love is the soil
The heart humble administrator's garden
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Visitors to push and shove hurried footsteps, measure the Shi Fang path, red light edge meet with you
I smell pieces of ancient dropped pistils, listen to the root of the moan, unable to touch the sections of inhumanity hurts
A bunch of clay and cherry blossoms dialogue alone, borrow their pavilions Vomiting blood, drunkenness bewitch the story of the lost
何强
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发表于 2013-11-17 08:21
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