枯笔斜出了几枝乱红，却始终抓不准你的背影，泥浆溅上水乡女子独有的柔情
Love is the soil
Seasonal variation
— miniature Prose poetry
The author／HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Couldn't resist the temptation of roses, elegant skirt is the wind wave, many on palpitation thriller scene
Came with a stranded theemotions to the charm of language, a wisp of latosolic red edify the hazy silhouettes, poetry awakens the summer and autumn scream
Dry pen inclined disorderly red a few branches, but catch you mustn't figure, mud splashed on gentleness women's unique
