茗土

相同的风景,看在不同的眼里却各不相同.

-- 女儿何静

习惯了远处诱惑的欲念，晓梦缠绵早已被定格的梦幻，回味一点点靠近的褐色情感

独自凝视一幅水墨苦涩萦回，影子熏醉的灵魂无处寄托童音，血液中那个安静的轮回

苦等一杯不加糖的咖啡，一些故事沿着唇齿流入时光的原点，呓话惊梦在我咽下的那一瞬

Coffee without sugar

Coffee without sugar

— miniature Prose poetry

The same scenery, watching is different in different eyes.

— daughter HeJing

Accustomed to the temptation of desire, xiao dream had been identified dream lingering, a little close to brown emotional aftertaste

Stare at a picture ink and bitter carry alone, the soul of shadow smoked drunk to be children, the quiet rebirth in the blood

Waiting for a cup of coffee without sugar, some stories down lips into the origin of time, nor dream at the moment I swallow