遇见你,是在一个阴沉沉的冬日,一个并不繁华的街头。当时的你,只是一只被人遗弃在街边的小狗,还未长成的皮毛脏兮兮的;双眼也是半眯缝着,仿佛从来就没有睁开过;羸弱的身体像是一片蜷缩在寒风中瑟瑟发抖的枯叶。和许多行人一样,我的视线本无须在此停留,我应该成为你生命中又一个“路人甲”。但你那被寒风吹得零乱飞舞的呜咽声,却牢牢牵扯住了我 Meet you, is on a gloomy winter, a street is not busy. At that time, you were only a puppy abandoned on the street, the fur that had not yet grown into a dirty one, his eyes half-sewed, as if he had never opened his mouth, and the frail body was like a curled up Dead leaves trembling in the cold wind. Like many pedestrians, my sight does not have to stay here, I should be another “passerby” in your life. But your whirring whistling by the cold wind clutched me firmly