文/何强 秋风斜阳是麦的追求还是土地的挽留 麦茬间响起的错杂之音,玫瑰是不是我的情人 裙裾里流淌出鲜红的血,渴望表达汹涌的电闪雷鸣 年轮铺就了脚下的地板,灵魂的梵音随风飘落
Washing soul Cry — miniature Prose poetry The autumn wind is setting of wheat or the pursuit of land to stay Wheat residues ringing voice between du, rose is my lover The skirt of bright red blood flowed, eager to express surges of thunder and lightning The rings at the foot of the paved floor, the soul brahman sounds floated down on the wind
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