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
思绪沿着风的轨迹，呢喃着由远而近，洇化这段曾经的文字
揽一段子夜的音律潮声，吸吮东来紫气，不忍你箫音又起
乡音不再是熟悉的语调，不知与谁共韵，轻轻地擦去你最后一个记忆
Love is the soil
Alone and lonely taste
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Whisper thoughts along the path of the wind, from far and near, spread it once paragraphs
Took a midnight music tide voice, sucking east The purple air, flute sound again to you
Regional accents are no longer familiar voice, do not know with whom rhyme, gently wipe away your last memory
何强
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