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相同的風景,看在不同的眼裏卻各不相同.
-- 女兒何靜
書桌沒有的日子，守著壹個殘陽落葉的夢，琴箫瑟瑟吟著麥收後的荒蕪
用暮色研墨仰望星空，失語的音色存進雲記憶，不再有泥土的氣息
用手機Q妳思想的低語，午季遺落的壹粒種子，做壹次深深的呼吸
Coffee without sugar
Melody, both lost in thought
— miniature Prose poetry
The author /HeQiang
The same scenery, watching is different in different eyes.
— daughter HeJing
Desk not days, and keep the calendar one dream went forth leaves, jean flute blowing songs of deserted from the field
With the ink sky aphasia tone into cloud memory, no longer has a smell of earth
Using a mobile phone Q you thought whispers, sixth season left one seed, do deep breathing one time
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发表于 2014-6-11 09:35
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