谈到《世界文学》,我得从老《译文》说起。抗日战争中,我十几岁那些年,在陇南山区一个流亡中学念书。当时过的生活是缺衣少食。但是在破衣烂衫裹着的稚弱身体中有一颗上进的心在跳动。我既爱文学又爱美术,从一个不知天高地厚的少年的天真幻想出发,仿佛觉得“作家”和“艺术家”的桂冠 When it comes to “world literature,” I have to start with the old “translation.” During the War of Resistance Against Japan, I was a teenager who studied in an exile middle school in Longnan Mountain. Life was excessive lack of food and clothing. But there was an advancing heart in the muffled body wrapped in rags. I love both literature and love of art. Starting from the innocent fantasy of an unbelievably juvenile teenager, I feel like the title of “writer” and “artist”