作者：何強
《麥田守望者》
多少年了，我膜拜黃土地，壹只豐滿的乳房，血流如註
麥子成熟的季節，誘惑我們忘記，來自傷口的鮮血，點點滴滴納入根須
當腳踏上麥地，心會不會再壹次顫抖，眼裏是否滿含淚水，靜守蒼涼的孤寂
《門》
故居的空靈，飄蕩的歌聲，從久遠的歲月攜來
風吹過莊稼，吹開門，心被敞開，鮮活的靈魂
扣動心中夢的窗欞，這風，這雨，這門。。。。。。
《血紅的玫瑰》
就在這裏，妳穿著紅毛衣，壹朵含苞欲放的紅玫瑰
熬盡記憶，眷戀撕扯著我的肺腑，吻成了永久的傷痕
有那麽壹夜，圈起的柔唇，染紅了妳的羞澀。。。。。。
《夜行的足音》
麥子走過泥土，失去春的消息，禽滿壹地紅紅的落英
樂音嘎然而止，只留下樂譜，觸醒了詩中的吻痕
葉子落完了之後，我倚著老樹，開始重復昨天的故事
《簫音如夢》
麥子睡了，簫聲因悠遠而空曠無垠，壹縷無法取走的相思
進入人生的漩渦，聽見壹種故鄉的聲音，從某壹個晚上出發
簫聲輕輕叩響門環，觸及不到麥地深處，繚繞的思緒
《節奏的律動》
音符插進泥裏，聲音返回心，似可觸摸的白雲
旋律滴過來，拂去無知的風，分明聽見壹種故土的親腥
夕陽照進來，情感被感動的壹無所有，流成壹地金色麥穗
《尋找鋼琴》
聽鋼琴掙脫命運的主題，咀嚼昨天，今天，明天，或許是詩情依依
走進旋律，嘩然倒下和牌的聲音，喃喃的心曲律動壹個長音
故鄉此時無聲，我為母親下跪，貼近泥土，聽麥子痛苦的呻吟
《故鄉依舊》
夢中的童年，丟失在路上，最早萌發的渴望
乳汁哺育的地方，煙塵翻滾的黃土地，依戀我的鄉情
豐收的欲望，與寂寞相鄰，壹瞬間得到最完美的展視
《為什麽要等到。。。》
最忠愛血紅的玫瑰，卻常常羞於承認，只是每每多壹個眼神
激起心中親切的溫柔和感情，為什麽要等到我們已不年輕？
閑步在路上，血因紅片片花瓣，神靈庇佑著土地
Still less than one
Catcher in the Rye
- (Micro Prose Poems
group)
Author: HE Qiang
"The Catcher in the Rye"
Many years, I worship yellow earth, only
one large breasts, bleeding profusely
Wheat ripening season, the temptation we
forget, the blood from the wound, bits and pieces included roots
When the foot of Medina, the heart will be
one times trembling, tearful eyes whether, Shizumori desolate solitude
"Gate"
House ethereal, floating song, from long
years to bring to
Wind over crops, blowing open the door, the
heart is open, fresh soul
Buckle Dreams tempted window frames, the
wind, the rain, this door. . . . . .
"Red rose."
Here, u wearing a red sweater, one red rose
flower Hanbaoyufang
Boil to make memories, nostalgic tear my
heart, kiss became permanent scars
There are so one night, circled soft lips
stained u shy. . . . . .
"Night's footsteps."
Wheat walked the earth, losing spring news,
poultry over red fallen one place
Musical came to an end, leaving only the
music, touch woke poem hickey
After the leaves fall over, I leaned
against the trees and began to repeat yesterday's story
"Xiao Yin Dream"
Wheat sleep, study on three due to distant
and empty expanse, one thread can not be taken away from Acacia
Into the vortex of life, hear the voice of
one kind home, starting from a one night
Xiao Sheng gently knocking knocker, the
reach depths of Medina, filled thoughts
"Rhythm of the rhythm."
Note inserted into the mud, the sound
returns the heart, like you can touch the clouds
Melody drops over brushed ignorance wind,
clearly heard one kind of homeland pro fishy
The sun shone, no one touched emotionally
all flow into one the golden wheat
"Looking for Piano"
Listen to piano break theme of fate, chew
yesterday, today, tomorrow, perhaps reluctant poetry
Into the melody, and the card outcry fallen
voices murmured Heartsongs rhythm One a long tone
The silence was home, I was the mother
kneel, close to the soil, listen wheat groaning
"Home is still"
Childhood dream, losing on the road, the
first germination of desire
Milk feeding places, smoke billowing yellow
earth, attachment to my hometown
Harvest desire and loneliness adjacent one
moment, as the most perfect exhibition
"Why should we wait. . . "
The most loyal love blood red roses, but
often ashamed to admit, but often more than one a look
Gentle and gracious hearts arouse feelings,
why do not we have to wait until the young?
Xianbu on the road, because the blood red
petals, god bless the land
