我居住的临街有个人才招聘市场,或管烈日炎炎,或管数九寒天,都有成群结队的求职者。年龄以青壮年为主,个别也有头发花白五六十岁的老人。这些等在广场上的人,有的喜笑颜开,有的愁眉不展,有的闷头抽烟,有的打牌消遣,有的枕着行李睡觉,有的见到路人躬身打问,这景象多少有点像遭灾逃荒的难民。我问过其中的一些人:这位兄弟,你到北京 I live in the street there is a talent recruitment market, or hot days of inflammation, or tube countless cold days, there are dangling groups of job seekers. Age to young and middle-aged, some also have gray hair fifty or sixty-year-old man. These people waiting in the square, some happy, some frown, some stuffy smoking, and some playing cards pastime, and some sleep with luggage, and some passers-by to see passers-by asking questions, the situation a bit like Disaster refugees refugees. I asked some of them: this brother, you are in Beijing