On June 30, 2025, the newspaper I have been working for for the past 6 years ended its mission. I could not help but feel a sense of sadness that is hard to describe.
Hai Duong Newspaper is where I started my journey as a professional journalist, where I put the first period and comma in each news line and article. Graduated from the Academy of Journalism and Communication in 2012, my dream was to work at Hai Duong Newspaper, but after graduation I had no luck with journalism.
Although I did not work for a press agency, I still wrote regularly for a magazine because I loved the job. It was not until 7 years later that I got involved with the Hai Duong Newspaper.
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I still remember the first days working at the newsroom, not yet assigned to be in charge of any propaganda field or industry. A young reporter, still confused and clumsy. But it was the enthusiastic colleagues, the bustling and warm atmosphere that helped me grow up in a professional journalism environment.
I still remember, a colleague said: "You contact the Red Cross Society of Tu Ky district to write an article about the address of the need for help. I did not hesitate, picked up my backpack and went straight to Ha Thanh commune, a remote area of Tu Ky district to meet the character. The character I wrote about had a difficult and especially difficult situation. After the interview, I gave the character 200,000 VND. Although the amount was small, I felt very happy on the whole journey home. And the article "Xot xa canh ba Gai khong duong co duong khong duong duong" published in the Hai Duong Newspaper was also my first article when working at the newspaper.
As a new reporter, I was entrusted with the task of promoting the health sector at the time when the Covid-19 epidemic broke out strongly. I have carried out countless news streams that were continuously and promptly updated about the epidemic situation. I remember the nights when I had to leave my rice bowl to go out and record the epidemic news. Or the nights when a new day had begun but I was still on the street with my phone on when the city was already asleep. The news was pouring in every hour, I strained myself to update every number, every new directive or every humane story in the epidemic center. I have never seen so clearly the mission of a journalist to bring accurate and timely information to the public.
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6 years, not a long time, but enough for a young reporter like me to feel deeply indebted to the newspaper. The newspaper is like a witness to my growth in journalism.
The beloved newspaper closes to open a new journey.
We did not enter the new house empty-handed. We brought with us valuable experience, journalism experience, the courage to overcome difficulties and the faith nurtured by the beloved Hai Duong newspaper.
THE ANHSource: https://baohaiduong.vn/no-luc-het-minh-tiep-tuc-cong-hien-415237.html
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