伍略同志是我心目中寄有良好希望的一位青年作者。半年多前,当他到公社担任职务的时候,我和我的一些朋友,莫不赞赏作者有志气,言语间流露出最好的祝愿。这次看到刊物上有他谈深入生活的文章,不免兴致勃勃地去读它一番。读着读着,始而惊,继而疑,及至读完,兴头也跑光了,因而曾经对写这篇文章发表的必要性表示了怀疑。事后据说,作者认为,我的怀疑不过是因为 Comrade Woolrow is a young author who has good hopes in my mind. More than half a year ago, when he took up his post at the commune, some of my friends and I did not admire the author’s ambitions and expressed their best wishes. This time he saw articles on the depth of his life in the journal. He was eager to read it. Reading and reading, he began to panic, then became suspicious, and after reading it, Xing Xing also ran away, and he had expressed doubts about the need to publish this article. Afterwards, the author believes that my suspicion is only because