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
雨滴很后悔，幻觉的笔墨和倒影，田埂飞来似隐似现的埙声
麦地不再有你的脚步痕迹，携着记忆的残存，孤独少妇春情涌动的气息
命中注定，我属于这片苍茫浑黄的土地，深呼吸，虚影的一缕酡醉
Love is the soil
God said, let there be light
— miniature Prose poetry
author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Rain very regret, illusion of ink and reflection, it could fly seems like secret two-string fiddle
Tmac is there will be no trace your footsteps with residual memory, surge of lonely young woman longing for love
Doomed, I belong to this cangmang HunHuang land, take a deep breath and the shadow of a wisp of Tuo drunk
何强
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发表于 2013-7-22 07:20
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发表于 2013-7-23 12:33
