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
春天是一个味道没头没脑的话题，被黄土遗弃的农民依旧是与当年相似的背影
那个吹箫的玉女今在何方，稀疏的麦子被高架囚禁，倒映出一个梦幻的天堂
被过往人流溅起的尘土仿佛让我感觉到，当年黄土地里招展过的几许风姿
Love is the soil
Hand-picked, loess
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Spring is a topic tastes unnatural, abandoned by the loess farmers still is similar to that of figure
The flute herself today where sparse wheat were elevated imprisoned, reflected a dreamy paradise
By the dust of the past people splashing as if let me feel, how much charm flaunt the loess field
何强
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发表于 2013-5-8 08:00
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