伴随我们一百年的一个世纪悄然离我们而去了。是留恋呢,抑或是咏叹?刚走的一个世纪,留给我们的仿佛是一块大画布。画布上涂抹的是浓重的彩色,那是闪电,那是雷鸣,那是疾风,那是暴雨,彩虹和鲜花在画布的后边才得以展现。我们就像那画布上的一根墨线,一个斑点,都被卷在雷电风雨中。我们年过6旬的老新闻工作者,哪个不曾历经新中国成立后那种激烈的、几十年不间断的战斗的洗礼!经过20年的反思,我们才把半个世纪的得失看清楚。应该说,那些个年头,培养了我们的革命意志,锻炼了我们艰苦奋斗的 A hundred years with us quietly away from us. Is it nostalgia, or is it a chant? Just go a century, left us as if a large canvas. The canvas is heavy color, it is lightning, it is thunder, it is a blast, it is rain, rainbow and flowers in the canvas behind to be demonstrated. We are like a line of ink on that canvas, a spot, all rolled up in thunder and lightning. We have over 60 years of old journalists, who have not experienced the fierce, decades-long fighting baptism after the founding of New China! After 20 years of reflection, we have not seen the gains and losses of half a century. It should be said that those years have cultivated our revolutionary will and tempered our hard-working