A good reporter tells a good story.

One day in March, a Taiwan Province native named Huang Hongcheng returned to his hometown of Huang's ancestral temple in Meilin Village, Meilin Town, Nanjing County, Fujian Province. Unexpectedly, he and more than 20 descendants of Huang all knelt down and kissed the land under their feet 12 seconds. Unexpectedly, this is just a scene where Mr. Huang kissed the earth for hundreds of 12 seconds in more than 30 provincial administrative regions and 3 19 townships in Taiwan Province Province.

20 12 I became a reporter in Taiwan Province. On the way to the airport, at first glance, there are dusty construction sites everywhere, some are red and some are from Huang Chengcheng. The driver told me that they are red soil and yellow soil. I can't help thinking about what the dirt left on Miss Huang's lips will look like. What kind of you and me can a kiss turn different soils into? As the saying goes, one side of the soil and water raises one side. I wonder if the water and soil across the sea can hold me, a little girl from Xiamen, Chinese mainland?

I went straight to the city as soon as I got off the plane. In Taiwan Province Province, the spreading green can't hide the color of the soil. The same Hongqing, the same Huang Chengcheng, I forgot that I had just been ups and downs between the two sides.

"Young lady, you are a mainlander. Oh, can you sing the song' get up'? " The driver in Taiwan Province Province asked me this question, and I just came to my senses. I was a little puzzled and asked, "What song is' get up'?" It took me a long time to realize that he meant March of the Volunteers.

So, on the other side of the sea, I sang the national anthem of the people of China for the first time. I was in a taxi with the driver.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to Madou, Tainan to interview Grandpa Wendan of the Guo family, the local government. Wendan is a grapefruit variety in Taiwan Province Province. When I first met Mr. Guo, he wore the hat of green camp's election campaign and was extremely resistant to our interview. The old man waved his hand again and again and said, "Don't interview. You mainlanders come to Taiwan Province Province, and it is you who make money, not us. " I immediately replied in Minnan dialect, "Aber, I came to interview you because I ate your cajan Wendan in the mainland." I could see that he was surprised when I spoke. "So you can speak Taiwanese, too." I told him that not only I, but also 20 million people in mainland China speak the same Minnan language with him every day. So began our interview.

It turns out that on the other side of the sea, sometimes you only need a local accent to cross that long and deep heart barrier.

In Kaohsiung, we met Liu, the person in charge of Xianghe Lane. From 65438 to 2002, he insisted on a "special service" and volunteered to help veterans in his area send their ashes back to the mainland. Every time he implements this service, there are several things he must do: when the flight arrives at the veteran's hometown, he insists on putting the urn on the ground for a period of time. According to him, this is called "walking the ground", which means that the veteran can set foot on the land of his hometown for the first time; When staying in a hotel, he will definitely book two beds, one for himself and one for a veteran. He has a special service bag, a festive red bag, which is specially used to put the urns of veterans. He said that for China people, falling leaves is a happy event in the final analysis, which is the ethics of China people.

It turns out that on the other side of the sea, they will also stick to the land attentively, they will also wrap their dreams with friendship, and they will use the company of going home to eliminate the distance traveled by wanderers.

It turns out that on the other side of the sea, people who farm with hats on the same land have their own likes and dislikes, but everyone has his own hometown.

People there speak the same language as us; In that land, we have the cultural heritage of Mazu and Guan Gong. But there are always some situations that are not as good as terrible political manipulation. I was left behind by a driver on the road just because I came from the mainland. All the way back, the soles of your feet are still the intersection of red soil and yellow soil. Such an encounter didn't make me blur the color of that land. Because the soil has temperature, journalists are often the first group to perceive their human feelings. Because that piece of soil has scales, journalists are often the first group to use it to measure the distance between hearts; Because that soil spans, journalists are often the first group to experience beyond differences and seek knowledge.

There is a de facto distance between this side and that side of the sea, but as Taiwan Province poet Xiang Ming wrote, the barrier of iron wall was finally lost to the soft fingers of his family, and it staggered past with a gentle push ... wasn't it?

20 14 is over. I wonder where Miss Huang's kiss is now. But I know that the wind of half a century, no matter what kind of strait it is across, has nurtured the same soil.

Selected speeches of good journalists telling good stories February1944 In June, the producer of China * * * invited 2 1 Chinese and foreign journalists to Yan 'an for coverage, and xxx personally served as the spokesperson, and received a series of questions. American journalist Ai Postan praised that the news door in China is opening! In the next 70 years, generations of journalists who walked out of this door walked more steadily and further under the illumination of passion, responsibility and dreams. Journalists, stick to morality in their work and show the power of justice in progress! I have been engaged in journalism for more than 20 years, and I always think that choosing a journalist is choosing a mission. Because journalists are the conscience of society!

14 years ago, I was in charge of editing and broadcasting the warm harbor program of Nanchang Radio Station. One day, I received a call for help from a listener. She told me with tears that her two sons were suffering from hemophilia, and the eldest son had just died, so it was too late to be grieved. The youngest son had to amputate his left leg because of bleeding. Now the medical expenses are urgent again, and she is completely desperate. Put the phone down, I took the interview machine and went straight to the hematology department of 94 hospital. I came to the bed and saw a young but pale face. Twenty-year-old boys' cowardly eyes only have the desire for life, and the vigorous life will wither in the best years, which makes people feel distressed! When I came to the doctor's duty room, I learned that the young man's treatment was critical: his left leg was infected and necrotic, and he had to be amputated as soon as possible. Although the risk of hemophilia surgery is very high, no one is willing to give up even one percent hope!

Then my mother and I came to their home, in a small and crowded house on Yongwaizheng Street. The pickle leftovers on the table silently tell the embarrassment of this family. When I left, I stuffed all the 400 yuan I had with me into my mother's hand. In the program that night, I played an interview recording and told the story of this family. After the program was broadcast, it caused great repercussions. My brother and sister drove the money to the radio station that night. When we raised more than 8000 yuan for charity and sent it to the hospital, my mother grabbed the straw and was about to kneel down. My son had the operation in time, and I stayed with my mother for five hours. The mother laughed and cried when the child was pushed out alive. However, three days later, the child finally failed to survive the postoperative crisis and left. The mother who got it and lost it cried heartbreakingly: I have no son, nothing! Looking at my grieving mother, I feel so helpless, so incompetent, so helpless. I silently accompanied her to tears, unable to bear or disturb the grief of a mother who lost her son.

The story is not over yet. In the following days, I visited my mother when I was free and took her to participate in social welfare activities. Under the influence of positive energy, the child's mother gradually walked out of the haze. In 2004, she took the initiative to participate in voluntary activities and became a hematopoietic stem cell volunteer. In 2007, she became a body and organ donor, and in 2008, she became a unpaid blood donor. She always said, I have nothing to worry about, and there is no other way to be grateful, only to repay the society with flesh and blood!

This is a bittersweet story. In our report, life has a new attitude. Although the strength of every journalist is meager, it can be gathered, from small to large, from weak to strong, and infinitely extended!

In our line of work, it is difficult to become famous if you are poor in news. But how can the pain of flesh and blood become a sensational tool, and how can the tragic disaster area become a personal show! I don't want to be a news reveler in a disaster. Once, I went all over the prison, visited criminals on death row and told them to help his family and reassure him. Once, I went to the hospital to comfort my mother with postpartum depression and make her happy. Once, I ran past the Women's Federation, seeking judicial channels for peasant women who suffered domestic violence and defending her dignity!

Journalists use loyalty to record the times and serve the people. We are confident to inherit and carry forward the fine tradition of the party's journalism; We have the strength to give full play to the correct public opinion-oriented role of news; We have the responsibility to maintain the credibility of the media and practice the socialist core values. Because journalists are the conscience of society!