在浩瀚的内蒙古大草原的一次采风笔会上,当笔者第一次见到花城出版社编审、《随笔》杂志主编杜渐坤先生时,便有一见如故之感。其时,杜渐坤先生已过“知天命”之年,他面容瘦削,身材高挑,待人宽厚,处事随和,活动途中大家遭遇诸多不快,他都一笑了之。平日他言语不多,相互交谈,才能感觉他知识的渊博程度和对世道人心的洞察力度。我虽是第一次与他见面,但“杜渐坤”这个名字,于我并不陌生。其一,多年来,每期《随笔》杂志是我必读的刊物之一,对他的主办者,自然“眼”熟能详;其二,我零零碎碎地了解,杜 In the vast Inner Mongolia prairie a mining pen pens meeting, when I first met the Huacheng Press editorial, “Essay” magazine editor Duyukun, when there is a seemingly old sense. At that time, Mr. Du had gone through a year of “knowing the fate”. He laughed when he was thin, tall, generous, easy-going and active. Weekdays he did not talk much, talk to each other, to feel his profound knowledge and insight into the world’s human heart. Although I met him for the first time, I am no stranger to the name Duyukun. First, for many years, each issue of “essay” magazine was one of the must-read publications for me. To his organizer, I naturally knew “the eye”; secondly, I understood piecemeally,