Dear Sir Journalist,
We've been together for a year, two months and five days, and thank you for your attention for more than a year. Unconsciously, it has been more than 300 days, recalling the days with you, from the initial ignorance, to now firmly standing with you, in addition to thanking you for the sense of achievement and satisfaction you brought me, but also thank you for taking me through so many places in the motherland and contacting so many people.
Ten years ago, I stood in front of the television set at home, and on the TV was a reporter running for the rights of farmers. I felt like my eyes must be shining. From then on, I felt like I should be with you in the future.
August 31, 2015, was a special day for me, and on this day, I met you. The first time I saw you, I was always nervous. There is no experience in interviewing, follow the instructor to the interview, always dare not speak, for fear that saying the wrong thing will damage your reputation. As we commemorate the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese People's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and the World Anti-Fascist War, it is something I never thought of standing with you to greet such a special moment.
After the parade, my colleagues and I worked together for the first time and wrote the first manuscript after we met. Looking at your name and your name juxtaposed in the first paragraph of the article, happiness and pride come out of the bottom of your heart.
The first manuscript he wrote alone encountered "Waterloo". After many polishing, it still can't achieve the desired effect. For those few days, from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m., I stayed with you. But repeated failures have made me wonder if I am qualified to stand with you. Because the impression is that you are always so good, and at that time, I was more like a student sister who had just walked out of school.
After wandering, it was a painful struggle, constantly revising the manuscript until it could finally be published. On that day, only my name and yours appeared separately in a manuscript. I'm like a schoolboy who got a hundred points, and I hope the whole world can read this manuscript.
Later, the opportunity for interviews increased. Start with the most common message drafts. The first time I went out to interview, I was always embarrassed to come forward, and I silently chanted "I am a reporter, I am a reporter" to encourage myself. The first time I asked a question in an interview, I quietly wrote the question several times off the field, all of which were written and crossed out, crossed out and rewritten, and the hand that nervously held the pen seemed to be trembling. When I stood up and spoke, my voice trembled. If the question I ask doesn't get to the point, I'll probably embarrass you. Probably since then, your weight in my heart has become heavier and heavier.
When President Xi Jinping visited Africa, I interviewed African students studying in China at Beijing Language and Culture University.
I always felt that you were radiant, like the sun, shining everywhere you went. It wasn't until that time that I didn't know how tiring it was to be with you. At 00:00 on January 24, the 2016 Spring Festival officially kicked off. It was also the coldest day in Beijing since the beginning of winter, with the lowest temperature dropping to -17 to -16 °C. In order to interview the first train from the Beijing Railway Bureau for the Spring Festival in 2016, I arrived at Beijing Station at 9 p.m. He plunged into the crowded waiting hall to interview the passengers who were about to return home. The waiting hall was crowded, and I struggled step by step to find the interviewee, and I couldn't remember how much I was sorry with the person who gave way to me.
Until the time the train was about to check in, I still couldn't find enough interviewees, so I had to wait around the ticket gate with other colleagues. At that time, I knew how hard other people were fighting. In order to get the best photos, several colleagues had to carefully kneel on the small iron gate at the ticket gate to shoot. Although I wore more in winter, the weight of more than a hundred pounds was all pressed on the part where the leg and the thin steel pipe came into contact, and it hurt a lot. There are also staff waiting for ticket check-in, their ears are frozen red, and they keep stomping their feet, just to wait for instructions to check tickets for passengers.
Finally, at 0:11, the train slowly left Beijing Station. Late at night, Beijing Station became very lonely, and the orange lights did not bring a trace of warmth. I've never seen a train station so silent. That day, I saw Tiananmen Square for the first time at two o'clock in the morning, which is still majestic.
Later, because of the Spring Festival, I went to the railway station three times, but each time, there was not a train that could take me home. All I can do is watch the people who are coming home travel.
On the first day of the 2016 Spring Festival, in the waiting hall of Beijing Railway Station, I interviewed people who were about to go home for the Chinese New Year.
With you, I finally knew I was wrong. Glamorous is not your true face, your true face is infinitely close to the most authentic people and their most grounded lives. With you, I was destined to run on the road to the interview every day, but I was willing to eat it.
Later, we met a lot of people together. Zhou Elle, an international student from Gabon who came to China, those tearful eyes made me sad; "Female Fool" Deng Yingxiang, those hands full of strength made me move; Grandma Miaozhai touched my face when they were separated, making my heart become gentle; Young people who are struggling for the cause of the motherland's big aircraft, let me cheer for the strength of the motherland; Xiao Yaya, a Tsinghua student who spent the night in a cave dwelling to write "Thick Soil", let me praise the new youth in China...
You told me that you are the disseminator of the party's policy ideas, the recorder of the times, the promoter of social progress, and the watchman of fairness and justice. You want me to be that person too. I knew I still had a long way to go before I could reach such a goal. But every step you take, there is your company, and there are countless people who have moved themselves to bring the strength to move forward.
Do you remember to interview the martyr Zhang Nan?
That was the worst I've ever cried after I've been with you. Many details can still be recalled to this day. Zhang Nan's 28-year-old life was fixed in Somalia on July 26, 2015. When I saw Zhang Nan's parents, their red eyes made my heart flutter.
At that time, I had been a journalist for less than a year, and I had participated in many interviews large and small. But this time alone, I felt how powerless and incompetent I was. In the face of a young man who spilled his blood on the national flag, I don't know what kind of mood to use to describe such a "soldier brother" who is only a few years older than himself; In the face of vicissitudes of parents, I don't know what language to use to express respect for them. At that moment, all language was pale.
With the narration of Zhang Nan's parents, the tears kept falling. I used a voice recorder and a mobile phone to record at the same time, afraid of missing a detail, and wanted to restore a real Zhang Nan as much as possible. At the end of the interview, more than twenty peers stood up together and saluted or bowed to the second elder. It was the most solemn interview I've ever experienced.
Returning to Beijing from Linyi, perhaps Zhang Nan's image was too deep into the bone marrow, and he had dreamed of him for two nights. Since then, I have begun to rejoice that my words can pay tribute to Zhang Nan and restore the last heroic march of a 28-year-old's life.
Later, we went to the Sichuan-Tibet Line together to interview the armed police soldiers guarding the road. Excited, nervous, and even felt that every mountain on the Sichuan-Tibet line had mysterious powers that drew me in. Looking back now on the warriors on the Sichuan-Tibet Line, there is only one word to describe them: abandoning the prosperity of the city and guarding the lonely mountains because of the uniform.
The first time I saw the squadron leader named Shu Shaofen, I only looked into his eyes once and then I didn't want to look. My eyes were red, and I didn't dare to look at it, and I couldn't bear to look at it. This is typical of altitude sickness. An outsider to me will feel pain when he sees it, how much pain their family should be.
At night, on the winding mountain road, I looked out the window at the dark valley and wondered if they had ever felt scared. Seeing the full moon above Dongda Mountain, do you also miss your wife and children at home? The years are quiet and they bear too much for us.
In September 2016, I interviewed a local Miao batik company in Danzhai County, Guizhou Province.
Someone once told me, "You don't know what impact a story can have." Now, I finally understand the power behind this sentence. I am glad to be the recorder and narrator of their stories. I sometimes wonder if no one records their story, wouldn't anyone else ever know they were so ordinary and great?
This year, I experienced many major events. President Xi Jinping's visit to the United States and britain, the Rio Olympic Games, the G20 summit in Hangzhou, the successful launch of the Shenzhou 11 manned spacecraft, and the 80th anniversary of the victory of the Long March can all be seen in the reports of these events. The recorder of the times is nothing more than this, drinking and praising the strength of the country and drumming and shouting for the peace of the people.
I appreciate you because it is my dream to be with you; I appreciate you for making me a storyteller; I am grateful to you for making me more determined that the world has become warmer because of the countless ordinary but radiant people.
You say that journalists are never good jobs. Where to go bitterly, where to go where there are difficulties, where to go where there is danger, but you never know, standing with you, I feel that this kind of life is valuable.
The times are calling, the original intention has not changed, even if the future is long, I still want to be worthy of the title of "reporter".
Mr. Journalist, for the rest of my life, I want to work with you to write history and change the world.
Want to be worthy of your press elementary school sister
China Youth Network reporter Kaike
2016.11.4
Editor-in-charge: Chen Chen
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