记者,人们在电视屏幕上屡见不鲜。他们西装革履,风度萧洒,温文尔雅,从容不迫;他们夹着黑皮包,挎着照相机,奔走于天涯海角,出没于大小会场;夜晚台灯下,手夹一支香烟,几旁的清茶冒着热气,在案头一叠绿格稿纸上开始了笔耕;油墨未干的报纸上印出了“本报记者”的名字,文章传到全国,引起强烈反响,接着便是稿费、荣誉、赞扬……似乎记者就这样成了最令人羡慕的职业,最荣耀的工作,记者本人也成为最幸福的人! 但是,当我真正成为记者的时候,方知做记者的艰难,饱尝了记者生活的甘苦…… Reporter, people are not uncommon on the TV screen. They suit, chic, gentle, calm; they were holding a black bag, carrying a camera, running in the ends of the earth, haunted by the size of the venue; the night lights, hand clip a cigarette, a few side of the tea risked heat in the desk A pile of green format paper began writing; ink dried newspaper printed “newspaper reporter” name, the article reached the country, aroused strong repercussions, then there is royalties, honor, praise ... ... it seems that journalists do Became the most enviable occupation and the most glorious work. The reporter himself has also become the happiest person! However, when I became a journalist, I knew the hard work of journalists and the suffering of journalists ...