已是深夜十一点钟了。《中国青年报》的夜班编辑室里,灯火通明,生气勃勃,有的在聚精会神地修改稿件,有的在字斟句酌地推敲标题……只有一个人却闷在那里,一声不吭。他闷在那儿已一个小时了,不管谁催他:快点,时间不早啦。他还是不吭声,沉着得很。他面对桌上的版样纸,在神思,在遐想。这位闷在那儿遐想神思的年轻人,就是该报组版编辑何春龙。其实,他从晚上十点上班之后,就心急火燎地浏览了将要见报的小样,算清了行数、字数……现 It is late at eleven o’clock. In the night shift editing room of the China Youth Daily, the lights were bright and full of vigor, and some of them concentrated on the revision of manuscripts, some of them deliberately weighing the title ... Only one person was boring there, silent. He had boring there for an hour, no matter who urged him: hurry, time is late. He still does not say anything, very calm. He faced the desktop version of the paper, in the mind, in reverie. The bored young man reverie there, is the newspaper group version editor He Chunlong. In fact, he went to work anxiously after ten o’clock at night to browse the sample to be seen, counted the number of rows and words ...