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相同的風景,看在不同的眼裏卻各不相同. -- 女兒何靜
壹縷晨曦悄悄掠過遠去的詩意，疏影隨意抹上歲月的痕跡，古樹在影影綽綽中把老街弄醉
斑駁的烏桕帶著幾許嬌羞的酡紅，潑灑歲月的呢喃與流年的記憶，那是沾染了墨色的寄寓
農人知道麥子的哲思遐想，童年的腳步從泥土開始，欲望透過輕霧向遠方連接延伸。。。
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Windto here — miniature Prose poetry The author /HeQiang
The same scenery, watching is differentin different eyes. — daughterHeJing
A wisp of morning quietly passingaway of poetic flavour, thin film to wipe on the years trace, ancient trees inhard to get old drunk
Mottled tallow with how muchattraction Tuo red, splashing the years twittering and time of the memory, thatis stained with ink only
Farmers know wheat philosophizingdaydream, childhood steps starting from the soil, desire through the mist tothe distant connection...
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