我一直认为记者是一个幸运的职业,因为在众多的职业当中,没有哪一个能像记者一般,可以如此接近真实,感受到一个一个真实的、真诚的、可以触碰的人。今年7月,我走近九师一六一团老党员魏德友,倾听他屯垦戍边半个多世纪的故事。初见时,他坐在车上,被几个我的同行围着。透过打开的车窗,我看到了魏德友——一张典型的被草原的太阳和风沙“染”过的脸,黑红透亮、布满皱纹。他双唇紧闭,只有在回答问题时,嘴唇才微微张开,牙齿已经所剩不多。 I always think journalists are a fortunate profession, because no one in many professions can be like a journalist, so close to being real and feeling a real, sincere and touching person. In July this year, I approached Wei Tiou, an old member of the nine divisions and sixteen regiments, and listened to the story of more than half a century of heeding and guarding the border area. When he first saw he was sitting in the car surrounded by several of my colleagues. Through the open window, I saw Wei Deyou - a typical face of the prairie sun and sand “dyed”, black and red translucent, full of wrinkles. His lips were closed, his lips only slightly open when the question was answered, and there was not much left of his teeth.