完全是场意外。在早春,我遇见一个叫帕克的男人和一只叫八公的狗。起初,狗还不叫八公。它还在它的童年,在它尚未拥有一个名字的混沌童年。不知它打哪儿来,或许,它的存在,就是为了守候。它出现在火车站,出现在帕克面前,不早不晚,不偏不倚。一段尘缘,由此诞生。小狗有一双会说话的眼睛。它抬眼望人时,那里面飘着层层雾霭。像一个童稚的孩子,轻轻张开他的眉睫,如水的眼神,懵懂,又是无邪的。对,无邪!我相信帕克就是因这样的无邪,而心生怜悯,羁住前行的脚步的。其时,他正要乘火车去上班。 Completely unexpected. In early spring, I met a man named Parker and a dog named Badong. At first, the dog is not called Hachijo. It is still in its childhood, in a chaotic childhood where it does not yet have a name. I do not know where it hit, perhaps, its existence, is to wait. It appeared at the train station, appeared in front of Parker, sooner or later, impartial. A fate, which was born. The puppy has a pair of talking eyes. When it looked up, it floated layers of mist. Like a childish child, gently open his imminent, watery eyes, ignorant, but also innocent. Yes, innocent! Parker, I believe, is because of such innocence, and compassion, detained in the footsteps of the former. At that time, he was going to work by train.