很多年来，也许是从读三毛开始，我们热衷于使用“流浪”这个词。外地人走在京城青砖绿瓦的老街上，总有自诩为流浪的体验。北大燕园的草坪上，也常有人抱着吉它弹唱：“带着点流浪的喜悦，我就这样一去不回……”但歌者严格来说有流浪之心而无流浪之行。而在不远处，真正的流 For many years, perhaps starting with reading San Mao, we are keen to use the word “vagrancy”. Outsiders walk in the old streets of Beijing’s green bricks and tiles, and there is always a vagabonding experience. On the lawn of Beijing University Yanyuan, there are often people holding guitars to sing: “With the joy of stray, I will not go back like this...” But the singer is strictly speaking homeless and without wandering. And not far away, the real flow