作者:何强
天邊的凝紅
詩人的腳步,注定要走過春夏秋冬,去往那遙遠的第五季。
故乡的原风景,慢慢洇过来的血红,曾经憧憬的梦
城市主旋律中,我已经没有故事,依然能聽到耕種的聲音
捧埙吹一曲《追梦》,觸摸歲月的痕跡,在一株菩提树下听佛
The horizon of coagulation red — miniature Prose poetry
The poet's footsteps, doomed to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, go to the distant fifth season.
Home of the original landscape, slowly Yin over red blood, once looking forward to a dream
Urban main melody, I have no story, still can hear the sound of farming
Holding Xun blowing song "dream, touch the years trace, those under a bodhi tree
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