作者：何強
詩人的腳步，注定要走過春夏秋冬，去往那遙遠的第五季。
把心擱得太高，邂逅壹季麥收閑詠，野色爛在了泥裏
絕美的百年老樹，酩酊壹個古老的村莊，壹抹解不開的謎
壹曲塤音響起，夕陽凝紅，那欲吻的深情
The horizon of coagulation red
A few lines of grain of the phrase — miniature Prose poetry
The poet's footsteps, doomed to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, go to the distant fifth season.
Put heart too high, the carefree singing the field encounters this season, wild color rot in the mud
Beautiful century-old tree, French one of an ancient village, one solution doesn't open the mystery
A song that two-string fiddle acoustics, setting the sunset red, deep feeling that you would like to kiss
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发表于 2015-8-4 15:07
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