Another journalist's day, a hurry is not long, and another year is about to go in a hurry.
At a festival that belongs to journalists and editors, I feel intimidated! In the blink of an eye, I hurriedly want to send my own morning and dusk, and after 8 weeks of 7 days, I will welcome the new year.
As a newspaperman, as an editor of a party newspaper, the reverence for the profession has never changed, on the contrary, from the moment I stepped into the newspaper, to this day, the sense of pride and honor is the same.
At the end of June 1995, after walking out of the school gate of Northwest Normal University and drifting like a leaf with the wind for some idle days, in August I became a member of the Minzu Daily (now minzu daily) newspaper, and I was in a position of choice for 27 years.
From the fat yellow haired girl to today's middle-aged woman, my obsession has not changed, the like to write things has fulfilled today's me, and the National Daily newspaper has also fulfilled me, cultivated me, made my words into lead characters, let me take photos frozen on the end of the paper, let me meet many excellent people, but also let me rejoice in my unchanged dreams from the days of kindness!
I fulfilled myself with the sincere teaching of the leaders and teachers and the help of my colleagues, the days passed quickly, there was no sense of slowness at all, i was relieved after the publication of a newspaper without any problems, the joy of winning the award after a manuscript was repeatedly revised, the page was praised and the manuscript was awarded like a child who had a little red flower, so happy and so liked.
For so many years, I have always been a child in front of the national daily newspaper that belongs to us, a child who loves little red flowers.
Forget the pen, forget the pen and forget the words. Unforgettable moments are gathered, and each moment is worth remembering and having.
I've cried and laughed, and I've been touched. Those small fragments of memories are overturned ink, and stories are poured out on the rice paper of memory. I have argued because of the layout, because a manuscript has been depressed, but more is happy, praise for a page, consensus on a manuscript, bit by bit, all because of love, in the simplicity to make everything not simple.
A grateful heart is sensitive, thankful that this life has made people shine under the protection of a newspaper.
Although I am not in the right young moment, but for young colleagues who like no less than just young people, I also like those pleasant pictures and sensational words, I also like the recognition hidden under the lens, I prefer to walk on the street to hear someone talking about a report published by our National Daily, and I am also complacent early in the morning when I open the WeChat circle of friends and see the speed reading of the National Daily forwarded by my relatives and friends...
In the multitude of likes and more and more likes, I repeat myself every day, and I like every day.
Sometimes, the heart is heavy, swallowed up by indescribable small sorrows, but as soon as the work mode is turned on, those emotions are gone, there is no time to take care of, and it is a truthful proof that people are busy, and that will be fulfilling.
I am relieved because I am a journalist, I have walked through some villages to face some people, I have stepped into the campus barracks enterprise, I have faced the joy of successful people and faced some helplessness and hardship, I have touched some of the good deeds of the interviewees, I have fled a certain occasion with tears in my eyes for some pictures, I also shyly stuffed my own heart to some vulnerable groups interviewed, and after the interview, I said some digressions with the interviewers, encouraging them and encouraging themselves...
I appreciate my work status, I believe in the loss is a blessing, whether at work or in the family, so many years, I have not changed.
Because, with good thoughts in your heart, blessings come from you, and suffering losses is saving blessings.
The unit did not treat me badly, and cultivated me to complete me, that is one of the blessings, just like the national locust that guards and waits in front of the door, giving me beauty. Every look up, every time to give a different scenery and inspiration, is warm and exquisite, whether it is after the night shift or the daytime work, every look up has inspiration through the brain, every look up is at ease and calm.
Interesting days are interesting life, after work, insisting on writing has become a habit, even if it is only posted on their Own WeChat public account, it is also joyful. The mood of the life described by the recorded work is vivid in the text, entertaining itself and entertaining itself, and letting the mind flow freely in a state of unsentiment.
Published 11 works, more than a thousand followers in the WeChat public account, the attention of more than 7,400 people in today's headlines and more than 8,400 fans of Douyin, and hundreds of thousands of words packaged on the computer because there is no silver, are my harvest, I am complacent, painful and happy!
Short stories, essays, prose poems, post-reading feelings and essays make my computer colorful, and sometimes opening and reading a manuscript that I forgot when I wrote it will be dumbfounded, I will sigh, and I will sigh a lot!
My writings about the beauty and food of Linxia have been published in provincial newspapers and national newspapers, and I am very relieved and rejoice in the promotion of Linxia's work. As for some people I have met because of the text, I am grateful for their appreciation, support and encouragement.
Along the way, stumbling is inevitable, and the joy of bittersweet is everywhere, and the spread of positive energy forms an invisible aura, which keeps me away from people with negative energy, and also despises and dismisses some people who are not worth mentioning. So sometimes I am a person with extremely low emotional intelligence or even ruthless quotient, but the person who likes and appreciates me has always been, and will not leave me because of my straight-forward, and the person who uses me will make him leave automatically no matter how much rhetoric he uses. I will forgive myself for treating everything as a blessing in disguise, but I will not condone it, and of course I will not punish myself again and again for the mistakes of others. And for what I don't like, I'm not going to force myself.
Life is long and short, I will not waste my time on some unnecessary personnel, I would rather read a favorite article and flip through some favorite pages, and I would rather walk alone or spend an afternoon in a daze than wronged myself.
Everyone has their own aura and aura, I grow up in the atmospheric field, absorb the sunshine to store good thoughts, know how to be grateful to spread gratitude, absorb kindness to release kindness, experience myself in the aura and aura, let myself be excellent and let myself move myself!
The clouds are leisurely, the wind is pleasant, the sunshine is bright, the flowers are bright, everything is worth looking forward to and remembering, my profession is glorious, and I fulfill my own touch in every touch.
On the road of 27 years of life, everything makes me so proud!
On the 22nd Journalists' Day, I encouraged myself to continue to work hard, and it was so sensational!
I accept my own touch and sensationalism, of course more affectionate!
I am very serious about everything, I am changing myself, I am growing and resting under the big tree of the National Daily, everything is casual, tears and joy marked in the code of life, my profession is an indispensable Arabic numeral.
Life is the sea, all the past is the prologue!
Obsession is still, in their own festivals, cheer themselves up, bless themselves, and spend another holiday without holidays with their peers, which is also happy!
Remembering the night shift that worked overtime until the early hours of the morning, recalling the moments of sadness and joy, I was safe and proud, as a person who wrote, my happiness is between the lines!
Of course, there are still many feelings, and the epiphany between a thought and the cognition between a thought are all worth remembering. I don't want to think about what kind of situation and state of mind will be the day I leave the newspaper in 10 years or less than 10 years...
People always have to grow mature and grow old, I am on the way to old age, with words as a companion, I am also happy and lucky!
Nagging has become a habit, a bad habit, like opening your phone to look at the layout. The good habit of keeping a record in a bad habit becomes cute.
Typing these words, I wish my colleagues and colleagues happiness, and also motivate myself to continue to cheer, as always, as I liked it before...
Thank you for the gifts sent by distant friends, thank you for the blessings delivered by my "leather jacket", thank you for the red envelopes and blessings of your friends, and thank you for choosing this profession!
"Journalists' Day, we're all on duty!"
"Journalists' Day without holidays, Valentine's Day without valentines!"
"Treat the newspaper as a lover..."
The classic words are all because of love because of love...
Li Ping, pen name LengZi and Mozha, chief reporter, member of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the Gansu Critics Association, vice chairman of the Gansu Branch of the Western Prose Literature Association, and vice chairman of the Linxia Prefecture Writers Association. He has published 11 collections of works, and his anthologies and single works have won the Dunhuang Literature and Art Award of Gansu Province, the Yellow River Literature Award, the "Dongli Cup" National Sun Li Prose Award, the First National Popular Prose Award, the First Flower Literature and Art Award of Linxia Prefecture; the prose poems have won the first, second, and third prizes in the essay contest; and the news works have won the Gansu Provincial Good News Award and other awards.