5 Selected Speeches from Good Journalists to Tell Good Stories

What is a reporter? Some people say that a reporter is a decent job, a right, an uncrowned king, and a side of society. Mirror, etc. Below are 5 selected speeches of good journalists telling good stories that I have shared with you for your reference. Welcome to browse!

Selected speeches of good reporters telling good stories Chapter 1:

September is here again, and it’s the season for melon carts to enter the city.

Whenever I am in the streets and alleys of Yuncheng, I see melon carts and vegetable carts flowing smoothly; whenever I am at the door of various communities, I see banners welcoming melon farmers to sell melons; When I see the orderly temporary melon and fruit sales areas on both sides of the city streets, I always think of a review I wrote eight years ago, a touching reader, and the gift he gave me. Ten thousand pounds of watermelon.

That comment was actually a proposal, a proposal calling on citizens to buy more watermelons.

It was July 2006, and our Yuncheng Daily’s "Yellow River Morning News" had just been published for four months. That year, more than 70,000 acres of watermelons in Yuncheng had a bumper harvest. However, before the melon farmers had time to be happy, they had to face the problem of not being able to sell the watermelons. A cart of watermelons can only be sold for a few dozen yuan, and the cheapest ones even cost only two cents a pound. Even so, the melon farmers' houses, yards, and fields are still full of unsellable watermelons.

It was against this background that a tragedy happened? A melon farmer drove an agricultural tricycle into the city to sell melons. He was detained by traffic law enforcement officers and fined more than 400 yuan. After his wife heard the news, she was furious and hanged herself! This unexpected incident directly triggered the first major campaign report of the new "Yellow River Morning News" - Helping melon farmers sell melons.

As the editor on duty, my task is to draft an initiative after the reporters at the front have reported the emergency itself, to guide the focus of public opinion from the emergency to "resolving the problem of selling melons."

However, until the night before the leader asked me to hand in the manuscript, I still had no clue. Watermelon, watermelon? For half the night, my mind was full of round watermelons rolling around.

Suddenly, I thought of my father who had been growing watermelons for seven or eight years. He was a melon farmer who married me a sister-in-law by growing watermelons and gave me tuition fees from primary school to middle school. In the quiet night, I dialed my father's phone number. ?Yong, what's the matter? As soon as I heard this familiar voice on the phone, my heart trembled, and an inexplicable feeling rushed to the top of my head.

Watermelon, father, me, tens of thousands of melon farmers? At that moment, I found the logical connection between watermelon and me, and found the emotional connection between tens of thousands of melon farmers and me*** Vibrate. At that moment, I deeply understood who I should belong to and for as a journalist, what should my pen write, and how should I write it!

? They came from a distant village. It was bumpy; they were dodging around on the unfamiliar streets. When the first sentence flowed out of their mouths, the writing went very smoothly. As I was writing this sentence, the next sentence was lined up in my mind.

?Even if our eloquence can really lower the price by a few cents, but think about their sweat under the scorching sun, think about their helpless tears when they can’t sell the watermelon, give that dime to Finally, when I wrote this sentence, tears burst out of my eyes as a professional journalist who considers myself calm and objective. I put down the heavy pen in my hand, walked to the window, and looked out the window at the city in the dead of night. I seemed to see patches of green watermelons, as if I saw my once young father, as if I saw melon farmers like my father?

The next day, this initiative titled "Citizens Buy More Melons, Melon Farmers Go Home Early" was published prominently on the front page of the second page of the "Yellow River Morning News".

That day was July 12, 2006. I remember clearly that that morning, I was awakened by the ringing of my mobile phone before I got up on the night shift?

? Are you writing? Reporter of the proposal, I am over 40 years old, and this is the first time I have been moved to tears by an article. The article is so well written, I will recite two paragraphs for you. Before I could speak, a man started talking on the phone. , recite sentences from the proposal book.

Please forgive me for being shallow and naive at the time. At that moment, I was really moved. I have never met such readers who can memorize even a few paragraphs of my published articles. I have never met such a reader, who called me long distance out of town and chatted excitedly for 20 minutes, just to express how moved he was by an article.

The man finally said: I just contacted a melon farmer and bought him 10,000 kilograms of watermelons. I asked them to deliver the watermelons to the newspaper office tomorrow and give them to you. Think of it as my responsibility for the melon farmers. Thank you

He hung up the phone before he could say goodbye. And I was so moved that I couldn't sleep at all. I lay on the bed, quietly enjoying the best feeling that journalism has brought me.

It turns out that even as a grassroots and ordinary journalist, even if he is doing the most basic and essential work, he can still receive such a high evaluation! He can also be so happy! So proud! Such a sense of accomplishment!!

The next day, two agricultural tricycles loaded with watermelons actually appeared in front of the newspaper office. Ten thousand kilograms of watermelon, two carts full, it is not the best decision for me or the newspaper to accept it. After consulting the parties involved, I took the two carts of watermelons to Hedong Square and distributed the watermelons to hundreds of sanitation workers in the city.

Today, it has been 8 years since that sensational melon-selling report. But for the past eight years, every summer and autumn, the system of setting up "temporary melon and fruit sales areas" in urban areas continues, the practice of opening communities to melon carts and vegetable carts continues, and the agricultural department's pre-monitoring of agricultural products continues?

Every time I see these, I will think of that 1,000-word proposal, that touching reader, and the 10,000 kilograms of watermelon he gave me.

For a journalist, as much soil as there is under his feet, there will be as much truth in his writings; as much truth as there is in his writings, as much power as his reports will have!

Once The report moved readers to send 10,000 kilograms of watermelons; a report helped melon farmers sell millions of kilograms of watermelons; a report allowed melon carts and vegetable carts to travel freely in the city for 8 years.

This is the power of news! This is the power of love! This is the power of the media to transmit and distribute! This is the power of the party and the government to govern for the people!

This is The story I want to share with you, thank you for this opportunity to once again feel the enthusiasm of journalistic ideals and the excitement of pursuing ideals, thank you all!

Part 2 of the Selection Speeches of Good Journalists Telling Good Stories:

In the summer of xx, I took the train south alone and went to a metropolitan newspaper in Fujian, where I began my journalism journey.

In the past few years, I have often wondered: Who do we write for and how do we write? Some seniors told me that doing journalism is doing things, and the foundation of doing things is being a human being.

Yes, in fact, we will face the same questions throughout our lives: What kind of people do we want to be? What kind of things do we want to do? How do we do things?

It would be easy for us to give an answer: be the right person. Do the right thing. Do things right. But putting our answers into practice may take a lifetime.

What makes us never get the right answer? I think the answer is: we have never resolved the inner conflict. Who are we writing for?

Being a reporter is something that some people pursue. It is just a means of making a living, and some people only pursue a decent career. The difference lies within.

For several years, I have been excited and proud of the word "news". I love this profession that I do. In this industry, I was once expected by my friends and colleagues to create a big scene, and I also felt sorry for myself because of my lack of ability. However, how many people are as lucky as us to become recorders of the present and witnesses of history in an era of great changes?

We are reporters. Obviously, we are not writers, teachers, critics, or uncrowned kings?

What journalists have to do is not to create, to teach readers, or to express opinions on things. What we have to do is just Instead of thousands of readers behind the scenes, they ask questions for the people they choose or investigate a matter that the readers are interested in, and then use their identity as a bystander and a calm mind to write an objective and truthful report to answer the readers' confusion. ?

As a reporter, you have to research topics and write articles almost every day, and then every week, every year.

To be a good reporter, I strongly feel that you must have the perseverance and mental preparation for long-distance running.

Many of our young journalists, including me, are always asking: How to become a good reporter? How to write a good news?

I think this aspect can prove that we The excitement and enthusiasm for journalism also means that we face our most pressing and anxious issues.

Sometimes I hear some "tips" and someone recommends us to read some sample essays. More often, I am told: do it, write it, think about it. Then tell yourself: I wrote this article better than the last one. Doing journalism is like falling in love, only through practice can you achieve happiness.

I also heard a "tip" about reading, that is, read masterpieces and read great stories. Good news is a good story. A good reporter is a great storyteller. News and novels are both stories. The essential difference between them is that news is true and novels are fictional. Those great stories will teach us that telling a story well is something to be proud of? Everything comes back to faith. What you believe, you can become.

There are countless forks in the road to faith. At this time, there is no difference in talent, ability or luck. The key lies in your choice. What you choose is what you become.

Three selected speeches of good reporters telling good stories:

I am Liu XX, a reporter from the News Commentary Department of XX Radio and Television Station. I have been working in journalism for more than 20 years and have gained leadership and comradeship. I also have a small position, but I identify more with the identity of "journalist", which has followed me in my career for more than 20 years. Sharpening a sword for more than twenty years can completely wear away a person's initial enthusiasm and brilliance. But until now, every time I face fresh news facts and vivid news scenes, I am still excited and excited, and always want to roll up my sleeves. ?Work hard and present the most vivid and fresh news facts to the audience. This is the passion and power brought to me by the journalism profession. This passion and power make me always as full of youth and dreams as the journalism profession. There is also responsibility and perseverance.

When I was a child, my mother helped my sister take care of the children. She found that I was trustworthy, so she gave the two-year-old child to me, who was twelve years old. Although there were companions hooking me to play, I had to keep an eye on her because I had my mother’s trust. Boy, this is the responsibility I first understood. When I was a little older, I had the opportunity to study in the county town. My mother chose me from my sister and me. Since my mother gave me the opportunity to study, I had to study well. This is my responsibility. In May 1993, I was admitted to the XX Cable TV station with the first place, and changed my career from a teacher to a coveted TV reporter. The party’s news propaganda work chose me. I think this is trust, just like my mother trusted me back then. Trust is responsibility.

Once outside the wall, I always envied the superficial aura of the journalist profession. Once inside the wall, journalists are no longer scenery, but sometimes need to be turbulent, sometimes need to be calm, sometimes face to face. That's right, there are some special jobs with small bridges and flowing water, and sometimes rough waves crashing on the shore. You go to work on time in the morning, but you may not be able to get off work on time in the evening; you are still in the mayor's office in the morning, but in the afternoon you are in the farmers' rice field and your legs are muddy. It can be seen that it is a job that lacks regularity when you have breakfast, lunch and dinner in the interview car; you often have to face the physical test of going to the fields in Shanghai and wading through mountains and rivers, and you have to always deal with right and wrong, correct mistakes, and punish evil. A real work that tests the mind of promoting kindness? This is indeed a test for me who is weak, chronic and taciturn. On the second day when I started working, I was arranged to follow the director of the department to Xinli Township for an interview. Due to severe motion sickness since I was a child, I started to feel sick and vomited soon after I got on the interview bus. I stopped four or five times along the way, and the director kept talking in a hurry. : Can I still be a reporter like this?

Over the years, I have been to dozens of villages and towns in the city more than once. As long as there is an interview, I basically have to take a car. During the interview, any car, motorcycle, or even an agricultural tricycle, I have ridden in large carriages, and I have also ridden in planes and ships for interviews in other places, but I have never experienced motion sickness again. My old father always didn’t understand. What did I use to cure my illness when I used to get dizzy when riding in large carriages except for bicycles? Old father. Who knows, as a reporter, riding in a car is a test. In August 1995, our city suffered a rare flood. At dusk on the 21st, after having been fighting day and night for more than ten days on the front line of flood control, I received a new task: I and Director Long of the Information Department immediately gathered at the Shuangtaizi River Gate to patrol the embankment overnight with Wang XX, then Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, because The second flood peak of the Liaohe River, which is directly related to the success or failure of this flood fight and rescue operation, will pass through our city that night. Due to the continuous rain for many days and the stampede of people and vehicles, the embankment was muddy. Some downed and broken trees and tall plants were lying on the dam. I sat on the driver's seat of Director Long, close to him. Following closely the motorcade of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, the little ones were swaying like dancing in the muddy potholes. Fortunately, I had developed a good "skill" in riding a car before, otherwise I would have to vomit out my bile! I would not be able to meet the road conditions. Well, Director Long is used to braking suddenly. Not only does my heart often rise to my throat, but I also get bumps on my head, big and small. When we reached the vicinity of Shaling Embankment, Wang Xiangmin, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, got out of the car again in the dark night. This time, instead of looking at the embankment and water level, he walked towards us and kindly asked to "change seats" with me. The invitation was already full. I went to sit in his car when I was in trouble, but he got in front of Director Long. I don’t know what Secretary Wang was thinking when he was sitting in it. Anyway, when I got into Secretary Wang’s car, there was no tension or collision, and when I was thinking about my manuscript, I felt like it was “better than taking a leisurely stroll.” I don’t know if it was to encourage journalists’ professionalism. At midnight, when there was no water or food, Secretary Wang took out a box of biscuits from the car and distributed them to us who were hungry. At 4:30 in the morning on the 22nd, with tension and exhaustion, a group of people who patrolled the embankment all night returned to the river gate. The second flood peak of the Liaohe River passed through our city smoothly. Before going to work at 8 a.m. on the 22nd, a news feature "Tonight's Crossing the Liaohe River" was completed. I ran to a snack bar in Zhaojia Village alone and spent five yuan on my favorite plate of stir-fried green onion. Eggs, that was the most luxurious meal I had in those days.

At a friend's gathering a few days ago, an old lady who once worked for the Women's Federation clearly stated the report "Tonight with the Liaohe River Crossing". I was very emotional and moved. It was such an article that made a huge difference in my journalism career. Ordinary reporting in the experience has been remembered by an ordinary audience for nineteen years. Apart from journalism, which other profession can bring us such glory and dreams? People may still remember that in that year, XX Municipal Party Committee Secretary Zhang XX and XX TV reporter Liu XX was swept away by floods and died on duty while inspecting dangerous situations. In fact, none of the reporters who were on the front line of the flood fight had not waded through waist-deep floods and stepped on embankments that could collapse at any time. experience, in this sense, every reporter is a hero, and it is the profession that gives us the habit of bravery.

The journalism career also taught me to be resolute and meticulous. The current nature of news work determines that reporters should be quick-tempered. I eat quickly, walk quickly, and react quickly. Years of hard work have allowed me to benefit from these personality changes. In 2007, our city suffered severe waterlogging. The disaster report that I and the Minsheng News reporter planned immediately won the provincial disaster relief funds for the people in a timely manner. When the sad faces of the villagers in the camera lens turned into smiling faces, I was deeply moved. I am grateful for my career and the comfort I gain from it. However, happiness and comfort do not always belong to this profession, and there are many times when you encounter obstacles. In May 2007, a middle-aged woman told me about how her three brothers and two sisters abused her elderly father who was seriously ill. She hoped that we could help rent a house to live in her and her elderly father who had no financial resources. Get out of trouble. I and two other reporters went to her home to understand the situation with the old man. The old man confirmed that it was true and interviewed her two brothers and one sister (some were rejected) and related personnel according to the address and phone number she provided. Logically speaking, such an interview can be considered sufficient, but after the report was broadcast, the five brothers and sisters (some of whom also included their lovers) who were reported to have abused the elderly came to the door angrily carrying their bedridden old father. At this time, the old man He actually changed his story and said that there was no abuse. The siblings insisted that the reporter had been bribed by their younger sister. It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. I am speechless. The only thing I can do is to reflect on myself and be more serious in future interviews and research.

In March 2008, when I was entering my 16th year of journalism, my life suffered a severe blow and I was diagnosed with breast cancer. For the first time in 16 years, I stopped running around and spent half a year repairing the wounds. When I rested, I reflected carefully that my 16-year career not only enabled me to choose to be strong when facing disasters in my life, but more importantly, my career allowed me to get close to colorful society and life, and appreciate the elegance of different lives. and value. It was hard for me to let go of my love for my profession. Ten days after undergoing surgery and six rounds of chemotherapy, I returned to the editorial front line. I lost all my hair due to chemotherapy. For a year, I wore a wig to the countryside for interviews. I'm worried about the wig blowing off. During the six years of my battle with cancer, I never took any leave due to illness, nor did I skip any news campaign due to health reasons. Famous journalist Qian Gang said: Journalism is a rigorous career undertaken by lively people, a calm mission shouldered by passionate people, and hard work undertaken by romantic people. Others live one life, but we live two lives. I think the love for career comes from the love for life. I firmly believe that love is a good medicine for spring rain, and the tree of life of those who love singing is evergreen.

4 Selected Speeches of Good Journalists Telling Good Stories:

What is a reporter? Some people say that a reporter is a decent job, a right, an uncrowned king, and a member of society. A mirror, etc.

What is a reporter? As a reporter for 12 years, I have been trying hard to find a definite answer.

What is a reporter? I think a reporter means caring. I have the just-published "Newsman" in hand. There is a special photo on the cover. With disheveled hair and frowning, I rush to the News 110 interview car holding an unconscious little girl. The little girl named Liu Fang, from Chongqing, was only 11 years old. She accidentally fell from the roof, causing a huge intracranial hematoma, which could take away her young life at any time. On August 4 this year, Liu Mingwen carried his unconscious daughter from Puyuan to Shuguang Hospital for treatment, but the hospital wanted 10,000 yuan for the operation. The Chongqing migrant worker cried and took his daughter out with only 300 yuan in his pocket. But when I rushed to the scene after hearing the news, the father and daughter had already left by bus. If I couldn't catch the girl, it would mean the withering of life like a flower. News 110 interviewed the father and daughter only when the car drove to Honghe Town. Along the way, I contacted the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, which opened a green channel and successfully performed the surgery.

Hecheng saved a young life. At around 3 pm on the day after the article appeared in the newspaper, Shou Jiangang, deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, sent a personal donation of 1,000 yuan, which Liu Fang received. first donation. I was moved by the deep love and knew that Liu Fang could be saved. Soon, all the surgery expenses were raised. Thanks to the photojournalist for inadvertently freezing this scene for me. I often ponder this photo and feel an inexplicable emotion in my heart. For the social response that my simple actions can get, for the love our city gives to a girl in Chongqing, and for the withered flowers to spit out the buds of life again.

What is a reporter? I think being a reporter means a kind of responsibility.

The razor in my hand almost ended the life of a girl three years ago. One day in November 2007, this Guangxi girl who had suffered emotional setbacks called me and said that I was going to commit suicide and that I had the razor blade ready to cut my wrists. I continued to enlighten me until late at night. Finally, the girl gave me the blade and said with a smile, I will live bravely. Three years have passed and this razor has been hidden in a drawer in my office. It always reminds me that I am a journalist and I have a duty to society.

What is a reporter? Journalism means giving. Keep a mobile phone with you, open 24 hours a day, to respond to breaking news at any time, whether at work or at home, whether it is ice and snow or heavy rain, whether during the day or in the warm bed at midnight, this is all The working status of News 110 reporters. We have been working hard for this famous column of Jiaxing Daily. My wife, who works three shifts, has become accustomed to making food cold and hot without me coming home. Even going shopping with her once will keep her entertained for several days. My baby was still very young. When I took over the job of News 110 in July 2009, she had only been pregnant in her mother's belly for 5 months. I remember that when the baby was five or six months old, he began to show special sensitivity to the ringtone music of the News 110 mobile phone. No matter he was drinking milk or crying, as soon as the News 110 mobile phone rang, the little one immediately calmed down, listened carefully, and shook his head. , looking intoxicated. I don’t know why, but my wife put it bluntly. The baby was used to listening to this kind of music when he was in the womb. At least a dozen times a night, this mobile phone ringtone became the baby’s first prenatal education.

What is a reporter? We have all been trying hard to find the answer, but we really can’t give a definite answer. Because our journey as journalists is still extending, the connotation of journalists is still enriched, and we still need to continue to work hard for you and me.

?I came to this world naked/Step by step, step by step/Staggering/The distance between me and the cemetery is life. ?This is a poem I wrote when I was a student. I think that when I look back on my life journey a few years later, I have seen a lot of scenery, I have done some useful things, and I am worthy of the title of reporter. Therefore, I am satisfied, happy, and have no regrets.

Five selected speeches of good journalists telling good stories:

My name is Yu xx, and I am a reporter at the News Comprehensive Frequency of the xx City Radio and Television Station.

Here today, I want to share an experience of mine with you. That was the most difficult relationship for me to let go of in the eight years I have been working as a journalist, and it was also my new understanding of the value of love and dedication to work.

It was in the summer of 2011, when our frequency was changed. The task I received was to "visit the left-behind children". I was required to eat and live with the visited left-behind children for at least 24 days. hours or more.

To be honest, I haven’t done many interviews like this before. Sometimes in order to catch up on manuscripts, I have to travel to multiple locations a day. However, since you are "working at the grassroots level", you have to be down-to-earth, "sink your body and bring your emotions back".

The house I went to was in Shaomiao Village, Gaodian Township, Feixi County. There are two children in the family, a sister and a brother. The elder sister is in the first grade of junior high school and is named Jingjing. The younger brother is called Shengcheng and was only 4 years old at the time.

This family’s life is more difficult than I imagined. My grandfather and father passed away due to illness. Without the "backbone" of the family, almost half of the family collapsed. The mother had no choice but to go out to work, and there was only an elderly grandmother and two children at home.

When I went there, I brought some stationery, school supplies, and a few snacks to my siblings. Although it was just a token of my gratitude, it already made the two children’s eyes light up with joy.

During the following period, the little boy was so innocent and naughty, and his sister was silent and silent, which made it difficult for me to conduct the interview. I could only listen to my grandma’s words from time to time. Piece together some incomplete passages from it. Fortunately, Jingjing quickly accepted my uninvited guest and revealed some of her consciousness and thoughts in a few words. What surprised me was that this 13-year-old child already had a persistent idea about her future. She said that after finishing junior high school, she might not continue studying and would go out to work like her mother. Because she wants to earn tuition for her brother. She shed tears when she mentioned that she might not be able to go to school in the future.

Listening to this sensible sister’s “life plan”, I was shocked at first, and then fell silent. I couldn't enlighten her. Faced with family difficulties, it may be difficult for this girl to have other choices.

The next day, I had to say goodbye to this kid I just met. I left my phone number and 200 yuan under her pillow. I really hope I can help her. Later, she actually called me and told me: Sister Yu, when my brother goes to school, I want to go outside and have a look. ?

The interview can be said to be a success, and the manuscript "Left-behind Children in Summer Vacation" was also successfully completed.

However, for a long time from then on, I was afraid to contact the group of left-behind children again, because the interview inevitably required asking some questions, and what I wanted to know most was what these children were buried in. Deep down in my heart, I don’t want to say it out loud.

I have been asking myself, facing such a group, whether my interviews touch their wounds again and again, or reveal their true plight, so that society can better understand them and help them. Do more?

Dedication is not just about being willing to spend time and energy on work. Dedication should be a correct understanding of the position and play the role that the position should have. My feeling of pity and heartache may not be wrong, but it is dereliction of duty to wrap myself up with this emotion and abandon the responsibility and responsibility that a reporter should have.

Journalists should listen with their hearts, remember with their hearts, write with their hearts, and drum and shout with their hearts.

In the following years, I successively walked through many villages in xx to contact and communicate with left-behind children. I have always been an observer and a recorder, recording their sorrows and joys, their dreams and longings. Of course, there was also loneliness, helplessness, indifference, and even rebellion.

On June 9 this year, a tragedy occurred in Bijie, Guizhou, where four left-behind children committed suicide. This painful experience leaves people with more thoughts: the living conditions of left-behind children need to attract more attention from the whole society, and they need more care!

Journalists should stand up and speak out for left-behind children.

I once again walked into the home of a left-behind child. During this visit, I was no longer just exploring the psychological state of the left-behind children, but more importantly, I was passing the microphone to their parents, their teachers, and the heads of the townships. I want to know what they should do, what they have done, and what they plan to do for these children.

What is gratifying is that with the rapid development of xx and the rise of the township economy, there are more and more township industrial parks, agricultural demonstration gardens, and planting and breeding farms, absorbing more and more The rural labor force has more and more employment opportunities at their doorsteps. At the same time, all towns and villages in the city have achieved full coverage of left-behind children’s activity rooms, where left-behind children have a big home.

In this continuous report of the "Investigation Report on the Psychological Conditions of Left-behind Children in Rural Areas of xx", I wrote at the end: The problem of left-behind children cannot be ignored or avoided. To solve this problem, families, schools, governments at all levels and even the whole society should create conditions for these children and jointly hold up a "spiritual protective umbrella".

Dear judges and teachers, this is the end of my story with the left-behind children.

Finally, I would like to say that I hope that more and more people can hold up a spiritual umbrella for these children. It is my duty to say this.

Thank you everyone! ;