不知何时开始,我和《上海文学》结下了缘。这份创刊于1953年,曾由巴金主编的文学刊物,至今走过了六十个年头。然而我对这份久已存在的著名文学杂志,却仿佛遥望一位难以谋面的远客,中间隔着一片不可逾越的广袤的世俗海洋。为什么?是因为本人不尚文或不以笔耕为生?这似乎难以成为一个理由。日常我只阅读文学单行本,以及散见于报章杂志的 I do not know when to begin, and I and “Shanghai Literature” come to a close. This literary publication, first published in 1953 and once edited by Ba Jin, has lasted for sixty years. However, my long-awaited famous literary magazine, however, seemed to look down upon an unmanageable far-off guest, surrounded by an immensely secular ocean. Why? Because I am not yet or not writing to make a living? This seems difficult to be a reason. Everyday I only read literary books, as well as scattered in the newspapers and magazines