Taste the coffee
— miniature Prose poetryThe author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe The parched land been silent, looking for conversion Yi dream, in a quarter of the wheat was innocently link in shallow summer night
Sky wave to a string of mysterious unanswered notes, wobbly overthrow tang song yuan Ming, I can feel this is true
The rest after the black and white keys, like in the distant bell devout buddhist, I take breaks in the field of poetic ChunChun