多年以前,在我的学生时代,同学们被郭靖和黄蓉们迷得颠三倒四。我记得一件十分有趣的往事:文科班的八名男生,有一天相约一齐穿了捉襟见肘的破衣裳,自称丐帮,哗众取宠,出尽了风头。我却不以为然,既不看武侠小说也不看电视里的武侠片,觉得文学是神圣的殿堂,金庸不过是旁门左道。 Many years ago, during my student days, my classmates were smitten by Guo Jing and Huang Rong. I remember a very interesting past: The eight boys in the liberal arts class met one day wearing a broken-down clothes, claiming to be a gang, smashing the crowd, and doing the limelight. I did not take it for granted that neither the martial arts nor the martial arts films on TV felt that literature was a sacred temple, and Jin Yong was nothing but a side-by-side approach.