My self-effacing, but you think I'm weak; The enthusiastic, but you hide the plague to hide me. In this city, you false appearance, stimulating I simple and unadorned heart.
Recent don't want to write, looking at the dusty air, and I have to bring up a pen, in the lowering the sky, exclamation of soul. Maybe in the mad world, you has-been, romantic charming; Maybe in the money in the world, you severe and solemn demeanor, LiangXiuQingFeng. However, I the migrant workers in the darkness of the night, silently staring at people's track.
Forced by life, I take the package, came to the strange city. The ragged clothes, you at my body. I hide into the corner of the shy, along the waiting for someone to call.
Early spring night time, I curl body, sitting in LeiQi with a brick of the shakedown. Chew don't know what to make of the steamed bread flour, eating the move of the pink rice, chew the withered and yellow rotten food leaves cook dishes. In this nonhuman environment, I stubborn live, my body have a strong vitality, in the cold night, when I looked at the stars, silent sigh.
In summer, as in sorching burning sun of the head, I sweat profusely, stand on scaffolds, looking at the streets ants kind of pedestrians, I have no fear. I struggling to make binding reinforcing steel bar, templates, pouring concrete, handling all kinds of building material. In order to that little yuan, I sit hollow-out the crane cage, scrubbing the m glass curtain wall, beautify the city of tall buildings. Every time the wind of the swing, is all my life of struggle.
Autumn is the best time of I, crisp fall, gao yundan day. I'm standing in the tall skyscrapers of roof, roof installed avoid device, colorful adornment tower. Each a bolt, every welding line, they left me the rough WenLao big hands. I stood in the top of wind, I want to cry out loud, loud singing, only here, I like the freedom of the eagle, no one can and I reference directly.
Winter coming soon, in this cold winter, I at the office, scrubbing corridor, carpet, tables and chairs. The cold wind, I in the landfill sorting rubbish, I inwardly rejoice, no summer of heavy stench is really good. In people come and go, I asked everyone to cast with smile of good will, and the well-dressed people, frowned read the my face.
In the city, I went through the streets, and dry with colorful city people don't like to do work. I face the wind, ear coming from harsh words, that examine the eyes of contempt, deeply to stimulate the soul of my fragile. I dare not to speak loudly and the boss, I can't take the subway, bus seat, I can't go to the splendid hotel, restaurant, I can't go to xidan busy streets. I like ants live quietly in the corner.
In this cold winter, I want to say, my honourable, lovely city, why are you not my tolerance? You know, I didn't have my sweat, you or savage sand; You know, I didn't have my cleaning, your body will be crawling with meat; You know, I didn't have my dredge, you of the urban pipeline hold will jam sludge; You know, I didn't have my beautification, your street garden is how to end?
In this cold wind, I want to tell you, your beautiful, is I silently sweat migrant workers; Your beauty, is my tears of migrant workers.
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