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
一坛香醇的女儿红，熏染了一段玫瑰花开的时候，初羞的星空
经历过贫瘠和荒芜，城市包围农村，不舍地眷恋着一方贫瘠的痩土
那些越走越远的故事，我把散落的句子捡回来，心渐渐老去
Love is the soil
I also need it to pen
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
An altar sweet NvErGong, edify the period of the roses are in bloom, shame at the beginning of the stars
After barren and desolate, city surrounded by the countryside, don't give up to love a poor hand-picked soil
Stories more walk more far, I picked up the scattered sentences back, the heart gradually grow old
何强
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