| 摘 要： | IT was nightfall in a Beijing office building, one autumn day in the early 1950s. A 19-year-old clerk locked himself into the small, windowless room that was both his office and dorm. He sat at the table, and in the dim light began scribbling on a sheet of white paper. This was the night that this young office worker covertly embarked on a pursuit that would take him to the apogee of the Chinese literary altar. He was Wang Meng. A year later, he finished his first novel Long Live Youth (Qingchun Wansui). It centers on a group of bright, exuberant senior high school students, all beautiful in their way, and the happiness, frustrations and woes that accompany their growth. The young Wang Meng, like them, was full of dreams. When later asked why had he started writing, he said, "Youth needs the glow, caress, encouragement, edification and nourishment of literature, while literature needs the energy, empressement, candor, honesty and courage of youth."
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