Chen Luyu's New Heart Date

Author: Chen Luyu
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: The new edition of "Heart's Promise" is a heartfelt confession of Luyu's successful transformation, offering a clear path for many female hosts on how to advance after the age of 40. Compared to the older version, this book includes half new content and dozens of selected photos of Luyu. Her book vividly records interesting events in her life journey with a woman's delicacy, keenness, and unique humor. From winning the English competition in her student days, hosting CCTV's "Art Garden Scenery," joining Phoenix TV, live-streaming the handover of Macau and Hong Kong, to "Millennium Journey," the "9·11" incident, and more. Her colleagues at Phoenix, such as the persistent and resilient Lu Qiuwei, and the humorous and unrestrained Dou Wentao, are also portrayed as lively and vivid in her writing. It is said that Luyu once described Gao Hui as a flower bud that never fully blooms, even at the age of 90, it would just fall to the ground without opening. Hearing this, Luyu seems to exude a sense of heroism and the demeanor of an elder. But from my observation, Gao Hui, in the midst of the gun-infested Nile River, the Sinai Desert, and the Golan Heights, doesn't resemble a flower bud at all. She not only climbs mountains and hills every day without fear of hardship but also speaks eloquently in front of the camera at every location without any prepared script. She discusses history and national politics, yet manages to do so accurately and without hesitation. The only time she feels overwhelmed is when standing in front of the pyramids. Such a magnificent history, preserved forever by isolation, makes the tiny flower bud better off staying closed. Luyu's appearance made us realize just how dark we had become, including Gao Hui. Later, it was revealed that Luyu's whiteness was related to her having a bad cold, but at a glance, she appeared frail, far from being the "flower bud" others described. Everyone felt sorry for her and wanted to find a Chinese restaurant to give her a bowl of hot noodle soup. They searched from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv and back again, finally managing to find a restaurant, but she had fallen asleep in the car. In this dangerous place, where guns were everywhere and explosions were constant, could such a frail woman deliver strong reporting to the global Chinese-speaking audience? To everyone's surprise, Luyu was a different person on the job. The interview targets she faced would make even the most experienced male journalists flustered, yet she handled them with ease, facing the unimaginable West Bank, Peres, and Ramallah, courageously and indignantly arguing with Iraqi customs, tearfully hugging women whose homes had been destroyed in the war, and attempting to get close to Saddam Hussein with money. Her debates with religious extremists in Iran were all spontaneous, with no prior preparation, yet her words were always powerful and thunderous, energizing the global Chinese-speaking audience. At this point, Luyu seemed qualified to judge everything around her, even calling Israel's retired prime minister a flower bud that had fallen to the ground and the new king of Jordan a flower bud still waiting to bloom. Interestingly, even after her official duties were over, she became a vulnerable and helpless girl again. One night, she knocked on my door wearing a bathrobe, saying the showerhead was stuck. When Yaguo Xian heard this, he went in and fixed it in no time. Captain Guo Ying said, "I knew it, I knew it!" But what did she know? It seemed she knew that Luyu always needed people to take care of her. When Luyu couldn't meet with Saddam Hussein, she went to a second-hand store filled with Saddam Hussein's photos and bought clothes. Finally, she bought a vibrant Islamic robe to wear. I noticed a small hole in the robe, likely holding a story—whether a happy or sad one, I thought it was more likely the latter. Luyu didn't care and wore that story on her sleeve. Her foolish appearance made everyone forget the sharp words she had just spoken in front of the camera. Luyu had a great appetite, which I shared with her. The food in Iraq was too rustic and simple, and the others didn't like it, but Luyu and I especially loved the flatbread there. We would eat a pile of it every day, looking completely foolish and vulgar. In fact, Gao Hui's appetite was also astonishing. Despite her slender and beautiful figure, she loved meat so much. In Greece, she always ate with me, and whenever three or four plates of meat were served, she would casually move the empty plates aside, hiding behind two heads so others wouldn't notice her gluttony. However, this only happened in Greece. When Luyu took over, the food situation worsened every day, leaving only a single-minded appetite.