“脚下的那片泥土，每抓起一把，都一定会攥出血来。” -- 诗人芒克 更年期的女人，突然捡起遗失在岁月里春的记忆，一地疲惫的光影 那田野上的旧梦重燃，一把土的冲动，把亘久的渴意表达得如痴如醉 一曲仿佛可触及的乡梦, 却找不到连年为我金黄的麦地, 谁在梦里听到厚土的哭泣
Love is the soil Love is the soil — miniature Prose poetry "At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding." — poet MangKe Menopausal women, suddenly picked up lost in the days of spring memory, a tired shadow The field of refreshment reignition, a soil of the impulse, the interactive long thirsty meaning make out A song as if palpable township dream, but can't find in successive years for my golden wheat, who in the dream to hear the cry of the thick soil 何强 地址：安徽省合肥市亳州路畅园新村72栋405室 邮编：230031 QQ: 743173859 邮箱：hqyhyh@yahoo.com.cn 手机：13856059543
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