夕阳西下,黑夜点亮了我的双眼。黑夜是我向往的空间,因为在这里我才可以自由自在与你们相遇。新年的欢乐还没有完全褪去,别人还沉浸在年味当中,你们已经扛着鼓鼓的行囊,踏上了开往南方的列车。因为,你们叫农民工。尽管,他乡在向你们抛出橄榄枝,你们工作的城市为了不刺激你们那卑微的自尊,已经将你们改称为新市民,但是你们每到过年依然 Sunset, the night lit my eyes. Night is my longing for space, because here I am free to meet with you. New Year’s joy has not completely faded, others are still immersed in the year of taste, you have carried bulging luggage, embarked on a train bound for the south. Because, you call migrant workers. Although the township is throwing an olive branch to you and the cities where you work have not changed your humble self-esteem, you have renamed you as a new citizen, but every new year