In may, through field that does not belong to me
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
aybe, this is my life the wrong, and the land become attached to a farmer,
How lucky and high-speed away with life, the field that once the dream
In may, through the golden but does not belong to my scenery, listen to the voice of the story
何强
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