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我想握住你的手，我的民工兄弟。 I want to hold your hand, my migrant brother. 在这个城市里，活动着许多这样的人。他们戴着安全帽，手抄着家伙，走向工地。一幢幢大楼拔地而起，他们就像蜘蛛一样在那里织着生活。是的，在世界上所有的作品中，我最欣赏蜘蛛网这幅杰作，真是精妙绝伦；同样地，民工编织的大楼，也是世界上最美丽的杰作。 There are many such people in this city. They went to the construction site with their helmets on and their hands on the guy. Building after building, they weave life like spiders. Yes, of all the works in the world, I like spider web best. It's really wonderful. Similarly, the building woven by migrant workers is also the most beautiful masterpiece in the world. 我有时感觉到他们真是在创造奇迹。 I sometimes feel that they are really working miracles. 而我们的城市竟是民工一砖一砖，用他们的血，用他们的汗，用他们的灵巧和智慧，给创造出来的。 But our city is made by migrant workers brick by brick, with their blood, with their sweat, with their dexterity and wisdom. 他们自在地生活着。这个城市往往有另外一种眼光，它们仿佛被安在银河系上，俯瞰着眼下衣着腌的民工们。可这些民工们全然不顾，仿佛沾满灰泥的工作装比鄙夷的眼光更高尚。他们从工地上下来，收拾了家伙，进入他们临时搭建的工棚，敲起饭缸，旁若无人地唱着。 | 
