一座桥上,坐着十来个等待雇主的民工,灰头灰脸,他们面前立着各色寻求工作的牌子,那牌子其实是一块块被人遗弃的木板,破破烂烂,上面的字或黑或白,歪歪斜斜:我有的是力气;我是好劳力等等。过往的人似乎早已习惯了这夹道的人流,忙忙又匆匆,谁的目光也不曾为他们而逗留,即算有,那也是顺着鼻尖瞟过去的,冷的,飘忽的。 On a bridge, there are a dozen migrant workers waiting for employers. They have gray faces and gray faces. There are all kinds of signs for job seeking in front of them. The brand is actually a piece of abandoned wooden board. It is tattered and the word above is black. Or white, slanting oblique: I have strength; I am a good labor and so on. The people of the past seem to have become accustomed to the crowds of people who pass through the road, and are busy and hurrying. Their eyes have not stayed for them. That is to say, it is also the past, the cold, and the erratic ones who have passed the nose.