我一直没法确认:罗盘究竟是个文人,还是个武侠?十六年前,他年届而立,文质彬彬,架副斯文的眼镜,一支健笔,却能啸出剑气,纵横捭阖,写出轰动一时的长篇报告文学《塔克拉玛干:生命的辉煌》。白天,他一脸标准书生相,蛰伏在《人民日报》院里一座古朴红楼间,主编他的《时代潮》杂志;到了晚上一喝酒,三巡未过,俨然一个横刀立马笑傲 I have been unable to confirm: the compass was a literary man, or a martial arts? Sixteen years ago, he stood erect, gentle, stand vice Sven glasses, a pen, but can scream Jian Qi, maneuvers, write a sensation Temporary reportage “Taklamakan: the glory of life.” During the day, he looked at the standard scholar phase, dormant in the “Renmin Ribao” courtyard of a simple red room, editor of his “Times Tide” magazine; to drink at night, the three has not passed, just like a knife across the corner with a smile