When I was in high school, we were still divided into liberal arts and sciences, and we were divided in our second year.
In my second year of high school, the political science teacher was a tall, thin young man, quite handsome, only a few years older than the students. He loved to wear white shirts and jeans, and his aspirations were very ambitious, but due to various realities, he had to stay in the county to teach.
Even so, he still tried to instill dreams in the students, and he would often call the students to his humble abode to chat and talk. This was not common in a school that aimed to cultivate generations of small-town test-takers.
His humble abode was a room in a row of bungalows, separated by a small forest, facing a big river. The river has existed for a thousand years in history, meandering and flowing into the Yangtze River, and finally rushing into the sea.
Every time after the night talk, on my way back to the dormitory, I saw the moon and stars, the trees swaying, and heard the river rushing day and night. This scene was particularly inspiring.
I thought, where is the future? What kind of person will I become?
Until one day, I suddenly had an idea.
During that time, it was the Two Sessions, which was a critical juncture for liberal arts students. Every political exam would involve the hot topics of the Two Sessions.
On the day of the Premier’s press conference, the political science teacher brought his newly bought TV into the classroom, and everyone watched and discussed the key points.
The video of that press conference can still be found online, and the atmosphere was very lively. The reporters asked questions very actively, and Premier Zhu was witty and left many golden sentences.
The political science teacher suddenly pointed at the TV screen and said, “It’s really good to be a reporter, to be able to interview the Premier in the Great Hall of the People.”
At that moment, he had a glow on his face. Many years later, I still remember that look.
I thought, hey, being a reporter is not bad.
After many twists and turns, I really became a reporter.
According to convention, before the Spring Festival, various places will hold the Two Sessions in full swing; after the Spring Festival, the National Two Sessions will be held again, usually in March.
At first, I was in the local news department, but I was only covering social news, and I was always interviewing news about fighting and killing, which had nothing to do with current affairs news.
Coincidentally, one year, the department didn’t have enough staff, and the leader asked me to take a new reporter to support the Two Sessions report in a certain city.
That city’s GDP exceeded one trillion yuan, and the manufacturing industry was particularly developed, gathering a group of star entrepreneurs, representatives and members, which attracted much attention from the outside world.
I went there excitedly, but before the first day of the meeting was over, I left early with a thick stack of materials. Seeing a few kumquat trees in front of the magnificent auditorium, I picked a kumquat for the new reporter and told her that it was very sweet and delicious.
She really ate it. Then her expression was very strange.
I pretended to be profound and taught her that what we do is like the kumquats produced in Guangdong, which will be placed in the halls and halls during the Chinese New Year, looking good, but not delicious.
This new reporter is very talented and is now a well-known writer.
Later, I was transferred to another department of the newspaper. That department had a special status in the newspaper, specializing in interviewing and reporting major news events at home and abroad. But the seniors in the department never went to cover the National Two Sessions, and they all took a collective vacation every March.
Since it was the department’s tradition, I naturally had no chance to be with the National Two Sessions.
However, some of my good friends in the media circle have participated in the National Two Sessions many times. Many people have also asked questions to the Premier at press conferences.
They are all very powerful, and those experiences have become the highlights of their respective careers.
Later, after I left the newspaper, I paid less attention to these things. Until yesterday, I saw the news report that this year’s Premier’s press conference was canceled.
Another sudden realization, it has been more than 20 years since I first watched the Premier’s press conference.
I specifically inquired, and the political science teacher from that year is still teaching at the school. If I have the opportunity to go back to my hometown this year, I want to find him and have a drink together.
I want to tell him that dreams are really precious, and even if they are shattered in the future, they will not obscure their original brilliance.
I also want to tell him what reporters are really like in the real world, and what the Two Sessions report is all about.
These, the books don’t have.
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