城市街头,车辆川流不息,人群熙熙攘攘。流浪的歌手在人群中站定,衣袖随意上卷,落日的余晖把他的影子拉得很长。迎着温暖的阳光,抱着一把吉他,就拥有了属于自己的主场。偶尔有人停下脚步,侧耳聆听他的歌唱。我一向反感嘈杂、混乱的声音,但意外的是,这些歌手常令我敬佩,甚至有时会让我心生感动。有人说:“他们不过是迫于生计而去卖艺罢了。”我并不这么认为。他们坚持 The streets of the city, the steady flow of vehicles, the crowd bustling. Stray singers stand in the crowd, sleeves rolled freely, the setting sun sets the shadow of his very long. Facing the warm sunshine, holding a guitar, you have your own home. Occasionally someone stopped and listened to his song. I have always been disgusted with noisy and chaotic voices, but unexpectedly, these singers often make me admire and sometimes even move my heart. Some people say: “They are only forced to live and earn art.” "I do not think so. They insist