一天,在高贵华美的伦敦哈罗德百货公司门口,我看见一个60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。他的两腿中间,躺着一只肥壮的黑狗。那狗非常乖,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,还是手持一卷,孜孜不倦地阅读着。那一刻,我有一种莫名的感动。于是,我开始留心寻找。在皮卡迪利广场,我又看到读小说的乞丐。那乞 One day, at the doorstep of gorgeous London’s Harrods department store, I saw a 60-year-old homeless man sitting in a blanket-covered wall and reading novels. In the middle of his legs lies a fat black dog. The 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 roll, tirelessly reading. At that moment, I have a strange move. So, I began to look carefully. At Piccadilly Circus, I saw beggars reading novels. That begging