Chapter 2 former college student

In August 1995, I used my summer vacation to return to CCTV to host the "95 International College Debate".The debates on the field were intense and exciting, and the autograph interviews after the field were also overwhelming.After a lot of fuss, the audience had dispersed, and I let out a long breath.There are staff in the venue to start cleaning.After saying goodbye to them, I changed into casual clothes and comfortable flat shoes, and tiptoed into the corridor of Studio 10 next door.It was very quiet around, only the sound of my own footsteps could be heard.The studio door is getting closer.The door was heavy and thick, wrapped in black leather, and closed tightly, as if not even air could come out.The door shaft is very smooth, and there is no noise when the door is pushed open.

No one in the studio noticed my presence.The lights of the whole venue were gathered in the center of the venue, where the hosts Cheng Qian and Wang Xuechun stood, and the guests lined up on both sides.The men and women took sides and were answering a question about the Rhine.The audience in white and red T-shirts sat opposite the host, and some whispered, as if to complain that the lights were too hot. "If you stand in the position of host now, you will know what roasting is." I thought to myself.In the corner, Ms. Chen Huizhen, the female business manager of Zhengda Variety Show Company, sat beside the monitor in a gentle manner, examining the screen with professional eyes.The main camera is still teacher Feng Jiqing, fully concentrating.I don't know the on-site director, and the faces of the other cameras are also unfamiliar.

I didn't see any unremarkable empty seats, so I walked up the steep and narrow iron stairs along the wall with the lightest steps.The eighth step from bottom to top is slightly higher than the upper and lower floors. People who are not familiar with it can easily make a noise here. A technician once tripped and fell here, and the fall was not bad. , I remember all of these. A minute later, I was standing on the platform outside the control room.Leaning against the railing, there is nothing blocking my sight. In the white light below, I once stood by myself. It was a college student who appeared on TV by accident.

It was 1990, I was 21 years old, and I was in the fourth grade in the English Department of Beijing Foreign Studies University.For future work considerations, major in international economics.I still do well in every subject, and have been ranked among the top few in the grade, especially oral English, which has maintained a full A for several years.She probably has some organizational skills and good popularity, so she was elected as the vice-chairman of the student union of the department. She joined the college repertory troupe in her spare time. She once won the title of best actress in an English performance. The British woman who finally came to her senses had also acted as the host in some school-level performances—in fact, it was not a host, but just a curtain call.These are all helpful for me to be a TV presenter later.Since I went on TV, there have been many programs based on my "successful" experience, and I went to the School of Foreign Languages ​​to find college students to be the hosts.The reason is that first, university education ensures a good knowledge base; second, language education, especially oral training, enables these students to have excellent expressive skills;These reasons are all valid, but many producers and directors said: "It is difficult to find a second Yang Lan."

People, after all, are not products, and cannot get out of the assembly line by setting procedures.Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang was directly selected to be a TV announcer after graduating from high school. Today, who can repeat his trajectory?Not to mention hosting, but just dubbing "Animal World", who can do it like him?And who can say that it is just the training result of pronunciation and enunciation? It is his own inner world that gives the host his soul, and the host not only shares screen time with the audience, but also shares inner feelings and thoughts.Any other quality compared to this is mere skill.

And how different each person's inner world should be! The real gift of my college life is the rich intellectual and emotional material it has given me. At that time, the school library was my spiritual home.The hero in my heart is John Christophe described by Romain Rolland.He is my idol: a real man who longs for beauty and love like a fire, and no matter what evil encounters, he can't stop him from pursuing the ideal that is in his heart.I admire the wildness and tenacity of his life in my heart, but at the same time I can't get rid of the concept of moderation and dignity in traditional culture.It was an age when all kinds of thoughts were juxtaposed in disorder, an age of serious thinking and serious pain.But in the final analysis, it is an idealistic era that believes in love and purity, despises utilitarianism, believes that unremitting efforts will bring success, and believes that the greatest success is not worldly recognition, but tasting everything in life, and finally achieving peace of mind.After all these years, I'm basically still the same person.It's not that I did it, but that I still believe in it.This is a lucky thing, and I hope to be like this in my life.

I love to travel, and one of my ideals is to travel around the world and find out what is going on in the world.This is also a habit developed in college.I remember saving a few hundred yuan for scholarships and work-study programs and going to Wuyishan with a female classmate.The parents refused, saying that it was too dangerous for the two girls to go out.So I brought out the relatives of this classmate in Hefei and said that he could accompany us to Huangshan (it is true that there are relatives, but at the foot of Huangshan, there are still only two of us left).After trying hard and softly, he finally persuaded his parents.When we got on the train going south, the joy we felt was indescribable!Day and night on the train, sitting on a hard seat, with someone sleeping under my feet.On a hot day, the car windows were left open, and as a result, the face was covered in gray smoke and soot, which was extremely dirty.The smell of sweat, roast chicken and cigarettes in the compartment seems unbearable today, but how free and happy I felt then!When we go out, we must show a mature and sophisticated style in everything. When boys from other schools come to make friends, we both remain reserved and look like we have seen a lot; we live in a hotel with ten people, and our belongings are firmly locked. Watch out, don't let thieves take advantage of it.At that time, I thought I was mature enough, but looking back at the photos at that time today, I couldn’t help laughing out loud: That baby face looks like a middle school student, who can hide it from me?

Old temple monuments, famous buildings and ancient pavilions are not very attractive to me. I prefer pure natural scenery.If it's a mountain, I hope to climb it with both hands and feet if it's not too dangerous - because I'm a monkey. In this way, we went up to Tiandu Peak of Huangshan Mountain without resting our feet, and crossed the dangerous crucian carp back in surprise, and the thick fog that covered the sky and the sun surrounded us heavily.It plays with us mischievously: when we take a step forward, it takes a step back, but not much, just one step, leaving us always with a space of three to five meters.The bamboo leaves in the middle are eye-catchingly green, and each piece has life; insects with wet wings are crawling on the rain-dropped grass leaves, as if drunk; on the invisible branches, there are birds Singing intermittently, they are our friends who are unwilling to be lonely; the mountains and rivers rush through the cracks in the stone slabs under our feet, but we don't know where it flows; maybe it's the waterfall we just passed?What kind of sound is that, crisp and sonorous, with a strict eye, never messing up the rhythm, like music.That was the jingle of the stone steps chiseled by the mountain pioneers, in front of us, and it seemed to be above us.The sound was getting closer and further away.I still can't see anyone, but I don't regret it.

I saw thick and faint fog. I feel ashamed. I try my best to absorb this wet green and save it for a dry and withered day. The shock produced by the trip to Huangshan was huge in my young mind.Growing up in a step-by-step semi-closed campus until I was twenty years old, I realized the vastness of the world and the magic of nature for the first time.The theories of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism that I read from books were all wet and rich by the summer rain and fog in Huangshan Mountain, and they were no longer dry typefaces.That was the first time I deeply realized that the supreme wisdom is not the logic of the mind, but the harmony between the heart and nature.The concept of the unity of man and nature has been deeply rooted in my life since then.

The tourists around are in a hurry.The purpose of many people's travel seems to be to climb every famous peak according to the travel map, and then take a bunch of commemorative photos holding the inscription idols of the past dynasties.I saw countless pairs of blank and empty eyes, and I saw countless fruit peels and drink bags discarded at places of interest.Thinking that Huangshan was only a rough background for many people to gather, I felt indescribable indignation and sadness at that time.However, the mist of Huangshan comforted me, telling me that what it has experienced for thousands of years is not only ignorance and numbness.I was overwhelmed by its poised demeanor, and was moved to tears.

The trip to Huangshan was safe and punctual, which enabled me to earn enough capital in front of my parents.They will no longer stop them from traveling abroad in the future.In the second summer vacation, I went to the beach.If the mountain gave me the desire to conquer, then the sea made me feel my own insignificance.Twenty-one years old, a sentimental age, sitting alone on the rocks by the sea in the night wind, listening to the crashing waves, watching the flickering lights, thinking about things that I can't understand, and asking questions that I can't answer.Hope to have a magnificent life, a heroic lover, but also faintly afraid of the wind and waves, lamenting the difficulty of life.Believe that the future is like this sea of ​​night, attractive and unfathomable.In this way, he is suddenly full of pride, and suddenly compassionate, absolutely petty bourgeois sentiment.How could I have thought that five years later, I would cross the widest ocean in the world, find the love in my heart on the other side of the earth, and design a new career route? As graduation approached, students began to look for jobs one after another.The marketing department of the Great Wall Hotel, a Sino-foreign joint venture, took a fancy to my ability and achievements, and decided to hire me.If there is no unexpected opportunity, I am afraid that today I have become a manager of some big hotel, sitting behind a desk with a professional smile. However, I happened to meet an opportunity to be on the TV screen.