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
写不出起伏跌宕的故事，我欲行吟，翻过所有的记忆
听不到自己的呼吸，一支枯笔，谁愿意聆听种子为土地荒芜的哭泣？
霜染的浓墨黎明攀爬上老树，为灵魂寻找皈依，老屋已被黄昏染得血红
Love is the soil
Ink painting spring
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Write out the story of ups and downs, I desire, over all the memory
Can't hear your breath, a dry pen, who is willing to listen to the seed for land desolate cry?
Cream which had been dyed deep dawn climb on the tree, for the soul looking for conversion, red house is already dusk
何强
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