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
干裂的土地是无声的，一季季寻找皈依的旖梦，麦子被无辜地链接在浅浅的夏夜
天边飘来一串串神秘待解的音符，晃晃悠悠的颠覆着唐宋元明清，我能感觉到这是真实
黑白键过后的休止，犹如悠远钟声中虔诚的佛语，我憩息在诗意醇醇的麦收之余
Love is the soil
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
何强
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