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7月8日晴算算来北京,也有十多个年头了,看过了大城市的繁华,看透了大城市的冷漠,想想也有十多年了。我叫陈东,十年光景把我养成了一个落着胡茬的浪子,我的头发发疯似的生长,就像一年一度故乡山后无人打理的野草。这么一说,离开家乡也有十多年了。我叫陈东,我是流浪在北京街头最平凡的浪子。北京的空气一遍遍扫过我破旧的木吉他,从我离开家乡,它就一直陪伴在我身旁,带着我的梦想和我慢慢变老。北京的雾霾总是使我看不清远方。游子纵使泪
July 8 Clearly counted in Beijing, there are more than 10 years, saw the bustle of the big city, seen through the indifference of big cities, think about ten years. My name is Chen Dong. Ten years has brought me a prodigal prodigal son. My hair grows like crazy. It is like an unmanned weed in the hometown once a year. To say that, leave home for more than ten years. My name is Chen Dong. I am the most ordinary prodigal wandering the streets of Beijing. Beijing air swept over my old wooden guitar over and over again, from where I left home, it has been with me, with my dream and I am getting old. The smog in Beijing always keeps me from seeing the distance. Wandering even tears