《书法》杂志三十八岁了,已近不惑之年。我六十岁了,已进入了花甲之年。近日,在浏览翻阅我挚爱已久的《书法》杂志时,看到了一则《我与书法征稿启事》,勾起了我三十八年前的回忆。一九七七年下半年,我在山西晋中服兵役,自幼酷爱书法的我,从当地文化馆一位老师那里得知上海书画社最近创办了一本《书法》杂志,欣喜若狂,于是毫不犹豫地从每月几元的津贴费中,拿出了十元钱,当时对于我这个每月只拿几元钱的士兵来说,已是一笔巨款了,汇到了杂志社,恳求邮寄给我一本,等 “Calligraphy” magazine thirty-eight years old, almost never confused year. I am sixty years old, has entered the year of the flower. Recently, while browsing through my long-awaited Calligraphy magazine, I saw a piece of “Letters Calligraphy Letters” that evoke my memory of thirty-eight years ago. In the second half of 1977, when I was in military service in Jinzhong, Shanxi Province, I was young and loved calligraphy. I learned from a teacher at a local cultural center that Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Club recently founded a magazine called Calligraphy, so ecstatic. Without hesitation, from the subsidy fee of a few dollars a month, I came up with ten dollars. At that time, for me, a soldier who took only a few dollars a month was a huge sum of money and went to the magazine. Begged me to mail it, etc.