一个记者眼里有弱者,他基本上是个有良知的记者;一个社会眼里有弱者,它是一个文明的有希望的社会。脑海里一直有这么几个镜头,关于弱者的镜头。第一个镜头是在北京封闭培训的时候。晚上和同事叫了份外卖,遇上了一个不识路的“骑手”。无奈之中,我们只能在电话里不厌其烦地给他指路,“过了这个路口往右拐,过了桥再往左拐……”就这样,本来10分钟的路程,被这位不识路的“骑手”走了将近一小时。等他送到时,我早已牢骚满腹,正准备责怪几句,却在看清“骑手”面容的那一刻把话咽了回去。一个疲惫的老大爷,骑着破旧的电动车,看到我 In the eyes of a reporter, there is a weak person. He is basically a journalist with conscience. In the eyes of a society, there is a weak person. It is a promising society of civilization. There have been so few shots in my mind about the weak shots. The first shot was when Beijing closed training. In the evening and colleagues called a takeaway, met an unknown path “rider ”. In desperation, we can only give him a call on the phone tirelessly, “After crossing this junction turn right, then turn left and then bridge ... ” So, had 10 minutes away, was this Ignorant of the “rider” walked nearly an hour. When he was sent, I was already grievanced, is preparing to blame a few words, but to see “rider ” face the moment the words swallowed back. A tired old man riding a worn-out electric car and saw me