有一天我忽然想,如果没有了《世界文学》,我的生活会有什么变化?……也许我会照样穿衣、吃饭;按习惯起床、读书、写作;书架上照样有读不完的书、浏览不完的杂志,少一本32开不起眼的刊物,也许根本不会有谁留意。说实话我并不像初恋那般爱它以热烈缱绻,分手如生离死别,没有“读你千遍不厌倦,读你的名字像春天”的感觉。我读它,很平静,很超然,放下也不会做梦,还常常带几分挑剔,有几分不满,觉得它完全应该更好一些。 One day I suddenly wondered if there would be any changes in my life without “World Literature.” ... Maybe I would dress and eat as usual; get up, read and write by habit; , Endless time to visit the magazine, a small opening of 32 humble publications, who may not notice. To be honest I do not love it like a first love so enthusiastically, break up like death, no “read you thousands of times do not get tired, read your name as spring ” feeling. I read it, very calm, very transcendental, put down will not dream, but also often with a bit critical, somewhat dissatisfied, I feel it should be better.