奢华的舞台上,一个男孩站在凳子上,头慢慢向后仰,腰缓缓向后弯,身子反卷,头几乎触地,嘴轻轻地衔起放在地上的一朵白花。他穿着朴素。旧运动裤上,两个破洞,在特写镜头里格外显眼。掌声一阵阵响起来。数万人的掌声、喝彩声,像风暴。男孩没有上过学,常年跟着姐姐在街头卖艺,靠卖艺养活自己。表演结束,评委问他的梦想是什么,男孩说:“当明星。”评委问他为什么要当明星,他说,因为不想再让别人取笑。镜头摇过剧场,评委和观众的眼里,泪光闪闪。男孩表演时,没有说一 Luxury stage, a boy standing on a stool, the head slowly backwards, back slowly back bend, body rewinding, head almost touch the ground, the mouth gently on the title of a white flower on the ground. He is plainly dressed. Old sports pants, two holes, in the close-ups in particular conspicuous. Applause burst into sobs. Tens of thousands of applause, applause, like a storm. The boy did not go to school, perennial sister followed in the street to perform arts, rely on art to feed themselves. The performance ended and the judges asked what his dream was. The boy said: “When the stars.” The judges asked him why he wanted to be a star, he said, because he did not want to make fun of others. The camera shook the theater, the judges and the audience’s eyes, tears. When the boy performed, did not say one