1959年的夏末,我从武汉这个“火炉”来到首都北京,倒真不觉得这里的天气有多么热。只是在跨进人民文学出版社一年前刚刚启用的五层办公楼大门的那一刻,心里充满了一个文学青年热切的期盼和憧憬。转眼间却就到了1999年,还是在这座灰色的五层大楼里宣布我退休了。大楼还是大楼,只是变成了负价值,老旧得早该报废了;我还是我,只是23岁还算精干的小伙子成了63岁的老人,近视眼镜也加深到1350度,真 In the late summer of 1959, I came to the capital city of Beijing from the “stove” in Wuhan, and I really did not think it was so hot. Only at the moment when I entered the five-storey office building just opened a year ago by the People’s Literature Publishing House, my heart is full of fervent hopes and hopes of a literary youth. An instant came in 1999, or in this gray five-story building announced that I retired. Building or building, just turned into a negative value, old as early as the scrapped; I was still me, only 23-year-old fairly proficient young man became 63-year-old, myopia glasses also deepened to 1350 degrees, really