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相同的風景,看在不同的眼裏卻各不相同.
-- 女兒何靜
一輪橙紅的斜陽蘸著瘦瘦的晚唐遺風，余晖觸動了心底最柔軟的那片高粱地，老樟樹難得的憩息
邂逅深藏心中那道消失的田埂，凝望著昨日遺失的風景，爲那個衰老慈愛的背影動情
風知道曾經的農人逐漸遠去，我已讀不懂纖細枝腰水稻的表白，炊煙浸泡過的農耕古韻
Coffee without sugar
Really want to catch the sunset
— miniature Prose poetry
The author /HeQiang
The same scenery, watching is different in different eyes.
— daughter HeJing
An orange setting sun dipped in thin late Tang legacy, twilight touched the hearts of most soft patch of sorghum, the old camphor rare rest
Deep in the hearts of the encounter that road disappearing ridge, staring yesterday lost landscape, back to the aging loving emotion
Farmers who once knew the wind behind us, I have not read the slim waist rice sticks confession, smoke-soaked ancient farming
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