“脚下的那片泥土，每抓起一把，都一定会攥出血来。” -- 诗人芒克 夕阳虚构的一段情节，嵌入绕你魂魄的呓语用来耕种 被风吹乱了词的酡红如醉，流年染枯的花事
Love is the soil A wisp of ocher mark — miniature Prose poetry "At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding." — poet MangKe The march turn disorderly indeed girl, walk to the rose The sunset fictional episode, embedded around your souls gibberish to farming The wind blew the wrong word Tuo red like drunk, time flies dye is the HuaShi 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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