那个冬天,我在街边“捡”到一个男孩,他告诉我他叫小齐。原来,事情是这样的。当时,他正抱着一把吉他坐在步行街的入口唱民谣,我听了一会儿,就往他的身边放了20元钱。我对这样的流浪艺人有一种莫名的好感,这也许源自心灵深处的艳羡。生活中,我总是无法随心所往。他唱完那支歌儿,站起来看着我,然后不合逻辑地笑了起来。他问,我真像流浪歌手吗?你见过几个流浪歌手?我当然是见过的,在沈阳北站的广场 That winter, I was in the street “pick up” to a boy, he told me he called Qi. It turned out that things like this. At that time, he was sitting on the entrance to the pedestrian street singing a ballad with a guitar. After listening for a moment, I went to his side for 20 yuan. I have such an inexplicable favor for this wandering entertainer, perhaps from envy in the depths of my soul. In life, I always can not go anywhere. He sang the song, stood up and looked at me, then smiled unconsciously. He asked, I really like a vagabond singer? Have you seen a few stray singers? Of course I have seen, in Shenyang North Station Square