深夜时分,一个下班回家的农民工,路过一条窄长的小巷。小巷窄,有风掠过,但更有危险降临,没有灯光依靠,车子掉在裸露的窨井里,车子瞬间成了麻花,农民工的头碰在旁边的墙壁上,血流如注。小巷偏僻,只住着几户快要拆迁的人家,这儿要进行城网改造,到处是大大的拆字。一个十来岁的小男孩,正在深夜的凉风中等待父母的回家。他做完了作业,煨好了饭菜,穷人家的孩子早当家,父母给了他全部的爱,他唯一能做的便是做一锅可口的菜。家是父母的港湾,也是他的全 Late at night, a migrant worker who came home from work crossed a narrow alley. Narrow alley, wind swept, but more dangerous come, no lights rely on, the car fell in the bare pit, the car became an instant twist, migrant workers touch the head next to the wall, the blood flow Note. Lonely alley, with only a few households to be demolished, here to transform the city network, everywhere is a big split word. A teenage boy is waiting for parents' return home in the cool of the night. He finished his homework, simmering meals, the children of the poor families get home early, and his parents gave him all his love. The only thing he can do is make a delicious dish. Home is a parent's harbor, but also his whole