割断了与土地的联系,多数失地农民像断了线的风筝,飘荡在城市的边缘,不知所从。他们缺失的是一个合法、合理、合适的身份,可是户籍的重重藩篱却如此难以翻越。时代是个局,他们无奈地被当成了“局外人”。 Cut off the link with the land, most land-lost peasants like a broken line of kites, floating in the city’s edge, I do not know. What they lack is a legal, reasonable and suitable identity, but the heavy barriers to household registration are so difficult to climb. The era is a bureau, they are reluctantly be regarded as “outsider ”.