A good reporter tells a good story and chooses three model essays in his speech.

It takes level to tell a good story, and a good story has a taste. Below, I have selected three model essays for you, all of which are good stories told by reporters. Welcome to read and enjoy them.

Article 1: Day 136

With a rush of ringing, I habitually picked up the hotline on the desk. This day is May 1 16, 20 1. This day is the136th day after I came back from China Communication University for further study. After two years in Beijing and seeing so many scenes, I feel a little reluctant to go back to my hometown. As a young journalist, I sometimes complain about the gap between my dream and reality. But after receiving this call, I slowly changed.

The caller is Dean Ma from the School of History and Culture of Longdong University. She told me that there was a girl named Cao in the college, and her grades were among the best every year. Only from the day she entered school, she walked with crutches. Recently, her illness has become more and more serious, and she has to go to class in a wheelchair. According to the regulations of the college, Cao needed to drop out of school for treatment, but she just cried and refused to leave school. Dean Ma and I discussed that I hope I can go to the students' home with her this time.

This is a small mountain village called Guanting Village, with deep mountains and inconvenient transportation. Cao is the only female college student who has left school here. Coming out to meet us is her sister Cao Hongxia, a 22-year-old girl who looks as tall as a child of seven or eight years old. Xia Hong told me that she was born with this disease, her legs became deformed day by day, and finally she couldn't walk. Mom and dad took her everywhere for medical treatment, and she was heavily in debt. Unexpectedly, since junior high school, Cao has also suffered from a disease similar to his sister. It only takes an hour for others to walk this rugged mountain road, but it takes half a day for her to walk.

? Brother Tian, look, this road is the ladder of my dream. When I was in junior high school, I walked every day. In my senior year, I went back and forth once a week. Now, I can't walk any further? . Cao told me with tears in her eyes that her feet hurt badly in the middle of several times. Looking at the endless mountains and thinking about the distant university dream, she really wants to put down her crutches and go back. However, the thought of her sister who is still waiting for her to go back and talk about new knowledge at home, as the mother of the only labor force in the family, and her father who is still raising tuition for her after two years of serious illness, makes her shrink back.

This is a doomed family, but it is also a strong family. Faced with poverty, they are changing the status quo of the whole family step by step with their own efforts. In order not to bring trouble to her family, Sister Xia Hong learned to walk with her hands, wash clothes and cook. She was very talented, but she didn't give up her thirst for knowledge. When my sister was reading in the classroom, she squatted outside the window and followed. When my sister was doing her homework under the lamp, she turned pages of books. In this way, she followed her sister and walked through all the courses from primary school to university bit by bit. She has never walked out of the mountain, and has inserted the wings of imagination.

I quietly asked Cao why she didn't want to accept this big guy's help. She said she was embarrassed and didn't want others to look at her sympathetically. Because when she felt most inferior, it was her sister's embroidered insoles, Shuang Yi's, which she asked her father to sell in the market, and then gave her some pocket money. Also told her that poverty is not shameful, other people's eyes are not important, and it is important not to forget your active attitude.

Do not forget your initiative mind, just four words, quickly opened Cao's heart. She told me that dreams are a kind of strength and a kind of responsibility. She hopes to support this family with responsibility and, like her sister, realize her real dream with an optimistic attitude.

Yeah, a real dream. As a reporter, isn't that my dream? This barren land needs me. I want to accurately report their lives with pens and lenses and spread their stories further.

A few days later, my program Sisters was broadcast. In just one week, donations from all walks of life reached more than 24,000 yuan. We also submitted it to the provincial media for broadcasting, and forwarded it continuously through Weibo and websites, so that the stories of the two sisters flew all over the country. At the same time, more and more colleagues launched a love relay with us, and one report told more stories of children in mountainous areas. Teachers in the city came, college students came, caring enterprises and non-profit organizations came. Everyone gathered together with warm love, and the eyes of the dolls lit up.

Two years later, with our continuous attention, Cao's condition improved steadily, successfully completed his thesis defense, and returned to the village as a primary school teacher with gratitude. My sister Xia Hong also touched a young man in a neighboring village with her optimism. In 20 13 years, they gained love. On Teacher's Day this year, they gave birth to a healthy baby. ......

Poverty is never alone, but always accompanied by the old and the young, walking with the old, the weak and the sick. The more you walk into a remote mountain village, the more touching stories you will find. The story of the two sisters tells me that being poor is not terrible, but being left behind is the most feared thing. Improve your ambition and wisdom. With this spirit, dreams will always set sail and poverty will leave sooner or later.

It has been 136 days since I returned to this familiar land from Beijing. I know that the road ahead is closer to the grassroots and people's hearts. With the strength and help of your, poor families like Cao, like the people of the whole country, have a well-off dream, and none of them are left behind.

Chapter 2: Arabian Nights in Africa

Last summer, Ebola suddenly struck like a scourge. Sierra Leone, Liberia and Guinea have successively entered a state of emergency, and the land of West Africa has become a battlefield without smoke. Ambulances roared by, western tourists and doctors evacuated in large numbers, and despair and fear filled the air.

It was the third year that I worked in the Africa Central Branch of People's Daily, and there were 100 days before the end of my term. When I learned that a new batch of aid from China had arrived in West Africa, I immediately volunteered to go to the epidemic area! After a 20-hour journey from South Africa, I finally arrived in Sierra Leone. The interview started as soon as I got off the plane. China medical staff who were isolated because of contact with infected people said excitedly when they saw me. It's great that the People's Daily reporter came to see us! ? When interviewing in the outpatient department of the hospital, I saw a local people rushing in in a panic and shouting: Ebola, I am infected with Ebola! ?

Streets, docks, telecom business halls I walked into the almost paralyzed local life in an emergency. I don't know who was infected and who will fall next. In order to facilitate in-depth interviews with local people, I ignored so much and walked into one village after another. All I can do is to fight nonstop with a pen and camera and report the latest situation in the epidemic area. In mid-August, People's Daily devoted two columns to telling a touching story of China and African countries working together to fight the epidemic.

Wang Yu, a medical team member in China, is the father of a child, aged 14. He had contact with the first infected person in the Serbian capital. 2 1 day just after the quarantine period, he plunged into the ward again. Passing death by is not a reason to back down? He said:? Saving lives is the bounden duty of doctors. ? Ten days ago, the most famous doctor in Sierra Leone died of Ebola. In Jinhaimanlu Hospital, Mousu, a nurse in her early twenties, shed tears for her and resolutely put on protective clothing aided by China. My father won't let me come to work, but I'm a nurse and I want to have a fight with Dr. China. ?

Fight together, fight for the hope of life together and defend this home together. This is the voice of everyone who fights Ebola, and it is also a powerful driving force that inspires me to run around the epidemic area! Counting, Sierra Leone is the18th African country I have been to, and I spent 100 1 days and nights in Africa. I have experienced the baptism of war and passed by diseases such as malaria and yellow fever, but these days and nights 100 1 are also called brothers and friends, witnessing friendship and cooperation, and being infected again and again by the strength of struggle and the hope of development!

I remember going to the epidemic area with a one-way ticket in my hand. I didn't expect the return trip to become a bigger problem. With the spread of the epidemic and the reduction of flights, there is little hope of leaving the epidemic area by land or sea. I don't know when to return. The interview experience in epidemic areas has made me valued by many countries? Dangerous elements? , refused entry. As a last resort, I spent 60 hours on international flights and returned to Beijing. I gave my fiancee my wedding ring after more than half a month's pregnancy. She cried with joy and told me quietly that my parents got up early every morning these days, waiting for my new newspaper and news.

Willing to join hands, not far from mountains and seas; Sentient people cross the world hand in hand.

More than 600 years ago, Zheng He led an ocean-going fleet around East Africa, and the friendship between China and Africa written on the ancient Maritime Silk Road was handed down from generation to generation. Half a century ago, a Cameroonian student said in People's Daily. In Cameroon, when people talk about independence, they think of China, because China used to have the same fate as we do now. Is China freedom, labor, happiness and friendship? Half a century later, 69 China compatriots have been buried in Tanzanian-Zambian Railway Expert Cemetery, and 24,000 China medical team members have treated more than 270 million local patients.

One person walks fast, many people walk far. We welcome the joint construction of China and African countries? Belt and Road? Great times. Forum on China-Africa Cooperation 15 years old, fruitful. Since 2009, China has been Africa's largest trading partner for six consecutive years. In 20 14, the trade volume between China and Africa increased by more than 2000 times compared with that in 1960. Hand in hand, China and Africa will always be good friends, good partners and good brothers, and the stories of true feelings, true feelings, family ties and sincerity can't be finished. This is a flag flying high on the stormy international stage, and it is also a golden signboard that will never fade in the history of human diplomacy!

It's almost 1 year since I returned to China, or am I often called by my colleagues and friends? Brother Fei? .

In the dead of night, I often think of Africa, my colleagues who survey the land with their feet and record their friendship with their heart, and the words that diplomats, medical personnel, peacekeepers and employees of Chinese-funded enterprises in other parts of Africa often say: China and Africa will always be reliable friends and sincere partners!

Chapter 3: I want to have the same faith as you.

I was born in 1990, and I have been working for 4 years. At that time, I was only a current affairs reporter for 2 years. In July this year, I joined the China * * * Producer Party for three months.

The reason why I chose to join the Party is related to Dong Fucai, an old party member I interviewed. He changed my view of news and even reshaped my values. So today I want to tell you his story.

Dong Fucai is the party branch secretary of Beidianzi Village, Aerxiang Town, Zhangwu County, Fuxin City, Liaoning Province. One day on 20 13, I received the task to interview Dong Fucai, who led the villagers to plant trees to prevent desertification in Beidianzi Village. I was a little reluctant at that time. As a post-90s generation who pays the most attention to beautiful scenery and food, I think the news should be good-looking and fun. After all, eyeball economy and ratings are king now! But how many eyeballs can an old man attract by planting trees in the sand? Besides, how far is Beidianzi! Colleagues say it is the northernmost part of Liaoning Province, the legendary barren land. I don't understand, it's not thankless!

When I really arrived in Beidianzi, I found that the environment here was not as bad as my colleagues said. I put this question to Dong Fucai, who didn't answer directly, but took us to the junction of Beidianzi Village and Horqin Sandy Land. I stepped into the sand as soon as I got off the bus. Dong Fucai told me that in the past, the grain yield per mu was less than 200 Jin, and the per capita annual income was less than 1000 yuan. Even during the inspection of 1996, the national working group thought that Beidianzi Village was not suitable for human habitation, and once suggested the whole relocation! But Dong Fucai refused, and he began to plant trees on this sand pile with the villagers. This is 18.

I'm even more confused when I hear this. You can leave this hellhole and get state compensation. Why don't you move? ?

Dong Fucai said that the speed of Horqin quicksand invading south is 5 to 12 meters per year, and Beidianzi Village is only 150 kilometers away from the provincial capital Shenyang! When will sand drive people away?

After listening to this sentence, as a reporter who asks questions as a profession, I am ashamed of my questions for the first time.

In the subsequent interviews, I gradually learned that during the 18 years when he led the villagers to plant trees to prevent desertification, more than 3 million trees survived in Beidianzi village, forming a forest belt about 15 km long and 3 km wide. The forest coverage rate has increased from almost zero to 48%, and the first line of defense against desertification in Liaoning Province has been pushed northward in an all-round way 13 km.

At first, Dong Fucai was worried that the saplings could not be planted firmly and could not live. He checked one by one. Almost every one of these 3 million trees has left its own handprint. I'm confused again, old secretary What do you want?

Actual voice:? For the safety and happiness of all villagers in Beidianzi Village! ?

I thought I was shouting slogans when I heard this before, but in front of that dense forest belt, I realized the weight behind this sentence. After returning to the unit after the interview, this sentence has been pressing on my chest, heavy. This makes me feel that I have to do something. After careful consideration, I wrote an application for joining the Party. Since then, some figures have appeared in my lens: Chen Zhigang, a rural doctor who has been riding a 19 bicycle for 20 years and running 570,000 kilometers; Ge Chun, a horseback electrician who has been riding for 37 years and went to the countryside to solve problems for villagers; Are there any 19 Rangers who can patrol the earth six times?

As these numbers increase, some things in my mind become clearer and clearer. I know that my application for joining the party is the right choice.

At the beginning of March this year, when I went to Beidianzi Village for an interview again, Dong Fucai fell into a coma because of advanced liver cancer, and he didn't recognize me. His wife told me that in 2002, when Dong Fucai was leading villagers to build roads, he was accidentally injured and had his spleen removed. 10 for many years, he has been dragging his weak body without spleen and taking everyone to plant trees, build roads and farm in the morning and evening. At present, the grain output in the village is nearly 1,000 yuan, and the per capita annual income of the villagers is 10,000 yuan, but the bricks in his own house are still pressed with linoleum. More than ten years of overwork made his already weak body worse, and finally he suffered from serious liver disease.

Although I was shocked, I no longer doubted what he wanted, because this time I understood his faith.

On March 2, 20051,2065438, Dong Fucai left us forever. Before his death, he said, I am rich only if the villagers are rich. This promise was only half fulfilled in the end.

After being first reported by Fuxin Radio and Television Station, Dong Fucai's deeds spread rapidly in Liaoning, Shenyang and even the whole country. Was posthumously awarded as a good man in Liaoning by the Propaganda Department of Liaoning Provincial Party Committee? Model of the times, provincial moral model, and was nominated as the fifth national moral model candidate.

In July this year, I joined the China Production Party with honor. Dong Fucai reappeared in my mind at the swearing-in ceremony. Old secretary, I hope you can see that as a journalist and a party member, I will use my camera to record and spread thousands of people like you in Qian Qian, Qian Qian.

Because this belief is being passed down by us after more than 90 years!

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