一天,在高贵华美的伦敦哈罗德百货公司门口,我看见一个六十岁开外的流浪汉,坐在铺着毯子的墙根儿下,旁若无人地读小说。他叉开的两腿中间,躺着一只肥壮的黑狗。那硕大的狗非常乖,就那么静静地陪伴在那里。几天后,在牛津街的塞尔弗里奇百货公司门口,我又看到了那位老人与狗。还是同样的情景,还是手持一本书孜孜不倦地阅读。我猜想,那书也许是他从旧书店淘来的。看老人恬然忘世,悠然自得,那一刻,我有一种莫名的感动。于是,我开始刻意留心寻找。在伦敦的日子里, One day, in front of the elegant and gorgeous London’s Harrods department store, I saw a wanderer at the age of 60 sitting under a blanket wall and reading novels. In the middle of his fork, lies a fat black dog. That huge dog is very good, so quietly to be there. A few days later, at the Selfridges department store in Oxford Street, I saw the old man and the dog again. Or the same scenario, or holding a book tirelessly read. I guess, maybe the book he got from the old bookstore. Look at the old man Tian Tian forget, leisurely, that moment, I have a touch of inexplicable. So, I began to deliberately look for. In London’s days,