Poem
From the magazine:山谷
By Li Jianjun
这是夏天的某一个上午
我得到了一条山谷
以及山谷里的马匹
羊群、百灵鸟和九十九棵山杏树
然而我不能告诉你这条山谷的名字
这是我对神做出的承诺
我得到了一条山谷
以及山谷里的马匹
羊群、百灵鸟和九十九棵山杏树
然而我不能告诉你这条山谷的名字
这是我对神做出的承诺
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