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做记者快30年了,这次的记者节过得有点儿特别。站在领奖台上,接过获奖证书,我的神情有些凝重。“你不高兴吗?”我默默地问自己,但心中分明被另一种情愫占据了。有一个悲壮的故事闯了进来。从前有这么一族人被别的种族驱赶到了大森林的深处,在那里尽是泥沼和黑暗——丫枝密密层层地交缠在一起,让人看不到天空。泥沼里一阵阵泛着恶臭,人们接二连三地死去。于是女人和孩子们恐惧地哭泣,男人们则被忧愁缠绕着,陷入了沉思……就在人们彷徨的时候,年轻、英俊的丹柯站了出来,他说:“只靠空想是不能推开挡在路前的大石头的,什么都不做的
As a reporter for almost 30 years, this reporter’s day is a bit special. Standing on the podium, took the award certificate, my look a little dignified. ”Are you unhappy?“ I asked myself in silence, but clearly occupied by another kind of emotion. There is a tragic story broke in. In the past, such a people were expelled by other races to the depths of the great forest, where there was a lot of mud and darkness - the branches were tightly intertwined and the sky was invisible. Swirling waves of foul smelling, people die one after another. So women and children wept fearfully, men were entangled in sadness and lost in contemplation ... When Dancing, young, handsome Danke stood out and said: ”I can not push Open the boulders in front of the road, do nothing