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一群人

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发表时间:2021-11-25 14:31

在城市的尽头,没有繁华的街市,闪亮的霓虹;在城市的尽头,只有破旧的棚户区,有饱经生活风霜的生命;在城市的尽头,有他们这样一群人。


让我怎样称呼他们?外来务工人员子女?农民子弟?亦或是农民工二代?不,我不想用这些冰冷的名字称呼他们,我多想叫着他们带着泥土气的乳名,拉着他们的小手,走近他们的生活……

他们从小生长在故乡的青山绿水中,纯洁的灵魂在田野里抽穗拔节。在山野的风中,他们奔跑着,憧憬着。风从田野中吹过,吹进了城市,为了生计,为了未来,他们跟从父母来到了城市,在城市的尽头扎下了根。

于是习惯了青山绿水的双眸第一次触碰到了高楼大厦、车水马龙。他们不知道怎样穿过六车道的马路,小小的手指怎么也数不清写字楼的层数。繁华的现代文明不曾给他们带来任何快乐,这一次,却在心上烙下了深深的痕迹。

他们背起书包,小心翼翼地融入城市的生活。可是却在“城市人”异样的眼光中,第一次明白了户口与暂住证的区别。他们都是父母心头的宝啊!却过早地承担了不属于这个年龄的负担。

放学回家,他们做好简单的晚饭,父母还在工地或菜场上劳作;午夜醒来,泪眼中城里的星空没有家乡的明亮;悄悄许愿,希望明天他们的打工子弟小学不会因交不出电费而被查封……

然而,在他们日益长高的身体上,我看到了他们的成长。记得一位记者问一个打工子弟学校的孩子,学成后是否会回到家乡时,小姑娘毫不犹豫地说:当然,一定回去!那一刻,我差点落下泪来,为他们的成长。

记得那年春晚他们稚气的宣言:“我们的学校很小,但我们的成绩不差”、“我们不和城里的孩子比爸爸。北京的2008,也是我们的2008!”他们逐渐成熟,告别昨天的羞怯,开始迎接新的一天。

虽然,他们还在为不多的学费而苦恼;虽然,学校还是交不上水电费;虽然,还有好多体制还不够完善……虽然有好多个“虽然”,但是,只有一个“但是”就足够了,已经有好多视线转向他们,他们正在茁壮地成长。

太阳从地平线上升起,照亮了城市的尽头,照亮了他们的生活。

他们,终将会成为我们。

At the end of the city, there are no prosperous streets and shining neon lights; at the end of the city, there are only dilapidated shanty towns with life-beaten lives; at the end of the city, there are people like them.

How do I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmer's children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them with their muddy names, holding their little hands, and approaching their lives...

They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls were ear joints in the fields. In the wind of the mountains, they ran, looking forward to it. The wind blew across the fields and into the city. For their livelihood and for the future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city.

So the eyes, accustomed to the green mountains and green waters, touched the tall buildings and the busy traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross a six-lane road, and their little fingers can't count the number of floors in an office building. The prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left deep marks on their hearts.

They carried their school bags and carefully integrated into the life of the city. However, in the strange eyes of the "city people", for the first time, he understood the difference between a household registration and a temporary residence permit. They are the treasures of their parents! But prematurely took the burden of not belonging to this age.

When they come home from school, they make a simple dinner while their parents are still working on the construction site or the vegetable market; they wake up at midnight, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as their hometown in tears; they quietly make a wish, hoping that tomorrow their migrant children will not be unable to pay in the primary school Was seized for electricity bills...

However, in their growing taller bodies, I have seen their growth. I remember when a reporter asked a child from a school for migrant children whether he would return to his hometown after finishing school, the little girl said without hesitation: Of course, I must go back! At that moment, I almost shed tears for their growth.

I remember their childish declarations that year on the Spring Festival Gala: "Our school is very small, but our grades are not bad", "We don't compare to the children in the city than our father. Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured and said goodbye. Yesterday’s shyness began to welcome a new day.

Although, they are still worrying about the small tuition; although, the school still can’t pay the utility bill; although, there are still many systems that are not perfect...Although there are many "thoughs", but only one "but." Enough, a lot of eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.

The sun rises from the horizon, illuminates the end of the city, and illuminates their lives.

They will eventually become us.


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