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曾有一段时间,作为一名极其平凡的学生,我试图努力表现自己,却似乎没有人注意到我,我依旧活得平凡得不能再平凡。那时候,我问自己:“再精彩的表演,假如没有观众,又有什么意义?”于是,我便渐渐松懈。小区的附近,有一位年轻的流浪歌手,每当夜幕来临,他就抱着吉他,在小区外自顾自地唱着。曲目不是时下流行的歌曲,歌声也并不高亢,却似乎有一种特别的味道。经过的路人,偶尔会停下脚步,听上一会儿,偶尔也会有人给予施舍。不知他是否靠这个谋生,我对他的印象,便是陈旧的衣服以及那个装着零碎纸币的吉他盒。
For some time, as an extremely ordinary student, I tried hard to express myself, but nobody seemed to notice me. I still could not live an ordinary life. At that time, I asked myself: “Another wonderful performance, if there is no audience, what is the point? ” So, I gradually slacken off. Near the district, there is a young street singer, every night when the night, he was holding a guitar, singing outside the district. The track is not a popular song, the song is not high-pitched, but it seems there is a special taste. Passersby, occasionally stop, listen to a while, and occasionally someone will give alms. I do not know whether he made a living by this, I was impressed by him, that is, old clothes and the guitar box filled with pieces of paper money.