在我的母校复旦大学，他一度还颇有名气。身高一米八几的老崇成天手提几个塑料袋，在校园里穿梭，见着瓶子或报纸就拾起来。不少师生都认得这个“捡破烂的”人，但没人对他有更深的了解。有人说，他脑子有点问题。更多的人猜，他本是大学生，只是“读书读疯了”。

In my school, fudan university,He was still quite a reputation.Meter of eight height a few old laptop bags, chung all day,On the campus shuttle,See the bottle or pick up newspaper.Many teachers and students all know this"JianPoLan of"people,But no one to a deeper understanding of him.Some say,His brain is a bit of a problem.More people guess,He is the college students,just"Reading reading crazy".

　　撞上老崇的时候，我还是个本科生。纪录片课的老师要求我们去拍个片子，我脑中马上出现了老崇的样子。对生活在社会边缘的人，我一直充满好奇。

Into the old worship,I was a undergraduate.The documentary class the teacher asked us to take a film,My mind appeared right away like old worship.To live in the most marginalized,I always full of curiosity.

　　连续好几天，我扛着摄像机在校园里寻找老崇。但当我根据保安的提示找到他时，却紧张得吐不出一个字来。

Continuous several days,I carried the camera on campus for old worship.But when I according to security tips to find him,But nervous to spit out a word.

　　现在回头看来，那时的我不过是个自以为是的小姑娘。我出生在一个南方城市的工薪家庭，是从小被高度保护的“好学生”。我会掏出零花钱，给躲在后巷的流浪汉买个面包，也曾在大冷天，动员爸妈给无家可归的人送几条棉被。那是某种朴素的同情心，但对于这些藏在边缘的人，我从没打过交道，也谈不上什么了解。

Now back it seems,At that time I was just a smug little girl.I was born in a southern city of working families,Be as a child was highly protection"A good student".I'll take out money,To hide in the lane tramp buy a bread,Also once in the cold,Mobilization parents to homeless people sent several quilt.It is a simple sympathy,But for these hidden in the edge of the people,I have never dealt,Also do not talk to go up what understand.

　　对我这个突然闯入的陌生人，老崇倒显得非常轻松。他完全不能理解我为什么对他感兴趣，但还是爽快地答应了拍摄要求。甚至，当我累的时候，他主动要求帮我拿摄像机。

To me this suddenly burst into stranger,Old worship fall appear very easily.He completely can't understand why I are interested in him,But was quick to promise for filming.even,When I'm tired,He ask for help me to take camera.

　　不瞒你说，我在心里挣扎了好一会儿，才将机器递了过去。老崇没有像我隐隐担心的那样，一拿到机器撒腿就跑。相反，他有一句没一句地跟我聊起天来。

Don't deceive you to say,I struggle in my heart for a long while,It hands over the machine.There is no one like me old chung faint to worry about that,A machine to run.instead,He didn't have a talk with me in a day.

　　我已经不记得，那一刻，自己的脸有没有刷地红起来，但那种尴尬的感觉至今清晰。我原是以居高临下的姿态去靠近老崇的，而对方，则用最简单的善意，硬生生地将我从“上面”拉了下来。

I have not remember,At that moment,His face have a brush to get red,But that awkward feeling clear so far.I was in commanding attitude to close to the old of worship,And the other,It use the most simple kindness,I will forcefully from"above"Pulled down.

　　我开始尝试以平和的姿态去接近老崇，渐渐发现，外界对这个男人的传言并不真实。

I began to try to calm attitude to close to the old worship,Gradually find,The outside world for the man that is not true.

　　在山东老家的农村，老崇一直读到高中毕业。可家境困难，他最终选择外出打工谋生。2004年，22岁的他只身一人来到上海，在好几家小餐馆做过配菜工，后来听了老乡建议，开始“捡瓶子”。

Hometown in shandong province rural,Old worship has been read to graduate from high school.The family can be difficult,He finally choose work out to make a living.In 2004,,22, he came to Shanghai alone,In several small restaurants dishes work,Then listen to the person of hometown Suggestions,Began to"Pick up a bottle".

　　“捡瓶子”一度是收入不错的行当，但老崇坚持只在大学校园里捡。他有那么一点心高气傲，感觉在外边拾荒过于丢人。并且，在“工作”以外，他还希望过上“大学生活”。

"Pick up a bottle"Once is income good work,But old advocates insist on university campuses only pick up.He has so a snack uplifted,Feeling outside glean and collect scraps is a disgrace.and,in"work"outside,He also wants to live"College life".

　　他常常去旁听复旦的一些公开课，最喜欢历史系的课，葛剑雄、樊树志先生的课他都听过。每天早上，他总要花上一块钱，买一份《东方早报》，收入好的时候再加一份《报刊文摘》，然后在一个没人上课的教室里慢慢翻看。

He used to sit in on some of the fudan public class,The most like the department of history lesson,GeJianXiong/Mr. FanShuZhi class he heard.Every morning,He always want to spend a dollar,Buy a[Oriental morning post],Income good plus a[Newspapers and abstract],Then in a no one class classroom read slowly.

　　大部头的书，他买不起，也不可能进入复旦的图书馆。他便跑到学校周边的书店里，摘抄自己喜欢的段落。每一回把废品卖到收购站时，他还要多问一句，“最近有什么好书吗？”

Enormous book,He can't afford to buy,Can't enter fudan library.Then he ran to the school surrounding the bookstore,Extract their favorite paragraph.Each time the waste product sold to when purchasing station,He will ask more,"What's a good book?"

　　我开始每隔几天就扛着摄像机去跟拍老崇。拍累了，两人就随意席地而坐，东南西北地胡扯。老崇常说，最理想的人生，是满足基本吃喝之后，“自由自在地看看书”。

I began to every few days will carry the camera to pat old worship.Take tired,Two optional people.the,Southeast of the northwest land baloney.Old worship is often said,The ideal life,Is to satisfy basic and later,"Free to reading".

　　我看老崇的视角，越来越平。尽管他还是浑身酸臭味，不够合身的裤子成天吊着，而我一身衣裳光鲜亮丽。但我渐渐打心底里认为，我们并没有太多的不一样。那些所谓的“不一样”，不过是源于我们不能选择、也永远无法改变的出身。

I see old worship perspective,More and more flat.Although he still was sour taste,Not enough fit pants hanging all day,And I a glamorous clothes.But I think that getting the bottom,We have not too much different.Those so-called"different",But is rooted in we cannot choose/Also can never change the origin.

　　有时，我甚至是仰视他的。

sometimes,I even look up to him.

　　一次，我与老崇并排坐在草坪上，摄像机随意架在不远处。聊到兴之所至，老崇突然大声吟起诗来：“人生本来一场空，何必忙西又忙东。千秋功业无非梦，一觉醒来大话中。”

a,I and old worship sitting side by side on the lawn,Camera optional stand in the distance.Chat to xing by ear,Old worship suddenly and loudly sing up poems to:"Life with a sieve,Why busy busy east and west.Years monuments nothing but a dream,Wake up in the hot air."

　　吟诗的时候，他潇洒，爽朗。直到今天，我依然对那一幕印象深刻。

Recite poems when,He and,Bright and clear.Until today,I still to the scene impressed.

　　入夜以后，老崇就走进复旦南区的露天体育馆，跳进一个凹槽里睡上一觉。在那儿，他曾经养了一只出生不久的流浪猫，每天喂它吃喝。小猫后来长大了，不知所踪。

After nightfall,Old worship went into fudan south side outdoor stadium,Jump into a groove in sleep.there,He used to have a baby of stray cats,Every day to feed it, and did eat and drink.Kittens grow up later,Not been found.

　　拍完纪录片，又过了半年，老崇的手机再也打不通了。我曾经几次在学校附近打听他的下落，却始终不得音讯。我很想告诉老崇，尽管他或许仅仅是一个特例，但确实改变了我看待流浪汉的视角。

Finished making documentary,And after half a year,Old worship phone never couldn't get through the.I have several near the school about his whereabouts,But always not audio file.I want to tell the old worship,Although perhaps he is just a special case,But really changed my view tramp perspective.

　　毕业后，我转而攻读社会工作的硕士研究生，并在一个服务弱势群体的民间机构实习。我不再是那个自以为是的小姑娘。对那些活在社会边缘的人，我都尽量以平和的姿态去接近。我愿意相信，每一个底层人的身上，都可能有着与老崇相似的一些闪光点。

After graduation,I turn to study social work of master graduate student,And in a service disadvantaged practice non-governmental organizations.I no longer is the smug little girl.For those who live in the edge of the social people,I try to keep calm attitude to close.I would like to believe,Each person's bottom,May have some similar with old chung flash point.

　　我曾经亲眼看见，在一个废弃的停车场里，几个流浪汉分工合作，洗菜生火，轮流做晚餐。一碟青菜，几杯劣质白酒，几个人聊得天高地阔。而在一个破旧的简易棚屋前，一个老人趁着月色，拉起自己心爱的二胡，余音悠悠，环绕陋室。

I ever saw,In an abandoned parking lot,A few hobo division of labor cooperation,Wash dish to light a fire,Take turns to do dinner.A dish of vegetables,A few cups of inferior liquor,A few people talk to day high width.And in a shabby in front of primary,An old man under the cover of moonlight,Pull up his beloved erhu,Echoic may wrinkle the,Around the cottage into a golden.

　　置身于这样的画面中，我总会想起老崇，想起在那个阳光和煦的早上，老崇伏在课桌上，在一本破烂的本子上安静地写着自己的日记。透过教室的玻璃窗看去，他与复旦学生并无两样。

Involved in this picture,I always think of old worship,Think of in the sunny morning,Old worship fell on the desk,In a tattered book quietly writing in his diary.Look through the classroom window,He and fudan student is no different.

　　那部纪录他的片子，我最终取名为《我的大学》。（陈倩儿）

The department record his film,I finally called[My college].(ChenQian son)