Xiao Hui was a primary school sister in my college days. When I was a junior, she was a sophomore. She worked as an editor in the school newspaper. At that time, I published a lot of works and won many awards. She came to interview me and write a character report. When I was young, I was arrogant. The central newspaper published articles all over the world. Where would I care about the school newspaper. I asked her, what's your favorite book? She said she liked "glory and dreams" written by Manchester best. This book is a masterpiece of the press. Although I study law, I've heard a lot about you. Other journalism students just want to find a good job, but this guy wants to be a great reporter. I admire it, but with suspicion. As soon as we chatted, we were very speculative. We seldom saw a straightforward girl, so we became friends. Later, she decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination. In this matter, she is the most persistent, painful and tangled person I have ever seen. In the first year, she prepared very carefully and went to self-study every day. Carrying a large bag of books and postgraduate entrance examination materials, as well as a large kettle. Unfortunately, she didn't pass the exam that year. No way, the major in that school, the tutor she selected, only recruit three people across the country. The next year, she decided to change her environment because she also graduated from college. Because she didn't succeed in the first year, she was under great pressure in the second year. The students took part in work one after another, and some did well. The family also urged a girl not to be so ambitious and to go back to the county to take an examination of a civil servant. When she felt that the pressure made her out of breath, she came to me to complain. Didn't she say you studied psychology? You're welcome. Take me for surgery, practice analysis and reduce my pressure by the way. I can't laugh or cry, but I still listen to her bitterness angrily. As a result, she still didn't pass the exam the next year, just a little bit. She was also about to collapse and decided to go against the school. After half a winter of depression, she began her third battle. This time, she simply went to Beijing and rented a house in that school. When I feel psychological pressure, she will still call me. I don't have any new tricks to comfort and encourage. Seriously, I'm annoyed by her. I can only tell her that if you want to win the "war", you can't break down physically. She followed my advice, first from the physical reserve strength, firm fighting spirit. So she ran around the small lake in the school every day, then had some food and went to the library for seven or eight hours. I especially don't like the saying "Heaven pays off the painstaking man", but I couldn't help saying it when congratulating her this year. After other students had worked for three years, she became a graduate student at Peking University and began another student career. It turned out that her childhood dream was to enter the Ministry of foreign affairs and become a diplomat. Unfortunately, before the college entrance examination, she could give a base note to the NPC, but she only wanted to go to Peking University and then transferred to the ordinary university where she studied. When she graduated from University, she was unwilling and chose the international relations major of Peking University, which was particularly difficult to pass. This "war" belonging to her has been fought for three years. When she finally finished graduate school and began to look for a job, she couldn't meet the recruitment conditions of the Ministry of foreign affairs. Times have changed, and the threshold of recruitment in many units and departments is increasing year by year. When she returned to Wuhan to handle the registered residence, I asked him to decide where to work. She smiled awkwardly. She hesitated for a long time and asked me not to laugh at her. I wonder what's funny about looking for a job. She told me it was the Beijing News. I was a little surprised and really couldn't help laughing. 02 The reason why I laugh, of course, is because there are other stories in it. When she was a senior, I had already worked. At that time, she worked as an intern in Guangming Daily, squatting in the local branch office, struggling to find valuable clues. The publication building where I work is only more than 100 meters away from her. One afternoon, she finally called for help. She really racked her brains and didn't know what to report. I also happened to think it was too boring to stay in the office, so I slipped out of the publication building in the name of going out to meet the author. When I saw her, I was startled. This guy had messy hair like weeds and smelled of sweat. He was even sloppy than boys. The desk was full of newspapers and the computer screen was blank. I laughed at her, "brother, is it necessary? It's just a real habit. How to achieve this virtue." It's like working as a journalist before it's official. She was very helpless. She pushed aside the newspaper and said that her instructor asked her to find news clues by herself, but she searched all kinds of news, which were trivial street talk or official meetings. But the magazines I work in are biased towards psychology and literature, which is not the same thing as news. I opened the local newspaper in front of her and suddenly saw a report on the popularity of school selection from primary school to junior middle school. I pointed it out to her. She didn't think so. A newspaper is a big newspaper. Can writing such a small thing pass the eye of an old reporter? Not to mention going through the editing level. She doesn't want to lose face. I said, "news is concerned about major events, but our writers don't like grand, meticulous and life like things. Major events don't happen every day. Minor matters of people's livelihood can also reflect the general atmosphere of society. Try it!" She was half convinced and really tried to write it. The small report of hundreds of words made the front page two days later. She finally had her first officially published internship work. Everything is difficult at the beginning. In fact, it is difficult to break the mental barrier. With her first press release, she relaxed and successively sent several front page manuscripts. Her personality is also appreciated by newspaper teachers. Her instructor is a senior reporter. Ask her if she wants to be a reporter? You can directly recommend her to the Beijing News. After staying in the recommended place for a few weeks, her dream is still burning in her heart. She still wants to study for postgraduate entrance examination and go to Peking University. Unexpectedly, after finishing her master's degree in Peking University, she went to work for the Beijing News. 03 At that dinner table, I joked, "I'm not married yet? I'm over 30 now. How do you feel?" She smiled. "It's a big deal to be single. When I'm an older leftover woman, I want to be a sharp reporter. I recently applied to be transferred to the in-depth reporting department." I worried about her and advised her to think clearly. Although they are all uncrowned kings, there are many sub categories of journalism. In depth investigation and feature writing, we are exposed to crimes and serious safety accidents, which are precisely the most dangerous, and some are even life-threatening. The real interview process is not poetic at all. She is really too dangerous as a girl. But she said, "I want to leave my name and write good reports. You know I'm such a person." She was right. In the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, she was a girl who went to the disaster area to volunteer regardless of the danger. On the way, she met a rescue team to assist in rescue handling. When he came back, he won a paper award. She wants to look for the truth and reach the truth like those big journalists in glory and dream. Report from home to abroad, fully accumulate practical experience, and then go to universities or academic institutions to do research and become a scholar of international relations. This guy is ambitious. The diplomat's dream has been extinguished, and there is another dream in her heart, which has never been extinguished. I can't persuade her anymore. Once, a black curtain broke out in the literary world on the Internet, and the whole country was in an uproar. In order to interview the client, she tried to force me to call colleagues of unfamiliar writers. This kind of thing happens again and again. I'm about to catch up with another classmate who sells insurance. Although we were old friends for many years, I was so annoyed that I had to blackmail her for the time being. One day, a writer friend sent a message in the wechat circle of friends that he was particularly moved to see a report. I opened the webpage by hand. The news was a special report about AIDS orphans written by reporters in a village. The female reporter in the picture is Xiao Hui. She was still dressed as a student, with a jacket, short hair, running shoes and a calm looking orphan. The report is detailed and accurate. Starting from a small place, it is almost all line drawing, showing the living conditions of a group of unfortunate children. Her dazzling writing skills in her words have now disappeared. She has converged her deep feelings and care into a quiet narration, so that heavy practical problems can emerge on their own. I didn't call her to tell her that you wrote really well. I was moved. I just silently said in my heart that this guy has finally grown up and become a real reporter with decent works. In our writing industry, works are the most glittering medals. It is a long way to go, with an iron shoulder bearing morality and a hard hand writing an article. 04 When young, people are divided into three kinds. One kind of person is confused. He hangs his dream on his mouth every day, skips class and sleeps at school, is afraid of hardship and wants to be lazy at work. Do this job, do that job, and surrender before fighting. After adulthood, just for stability, have a bowl of rice to eat. Many years later, he became a middle-aged man full of resentment. Time flashed by, turning the boy's head white. The other is to know what you like and want very early. With no distractions, follow a road to the end. It's windy and snowy, and carry it on your own. The joys and sorrows are cold and warm. I know it with my head depressed. The abundance and leisure of the final harvest belong to him. There is another kind. At first, I didn't know what I liked. Later? I don't know what I'm suitable for. But all the way to work hard, do one thing, try your best, and then talk about giving up. At the same time, I have always kept learning, adding bricks and tiles for myself, exercising with water and fire, and going on to another village with a bright future. Some people are confused, some are young and successful, and some are late. The journey of life is the same. What is meaningful to do, what life to live, never regret, and the judgment standard is in your heart. It's like painting an oil painting. At the beginning, the first draft is made, and then scratched and painted layer by layer. In the middle, there are clusters of colors, which are gradually modified and shaped. More than ten years later, standing apart from each other, the outline was clear. She experienced difficult self cognition and choice, withstood the pressure of society and family on women, and failed to realize the dream of a diplomat for three years. If you can't reach it directly, go back through the adjacent business. I've heard that Xiao Hui is present in all major economic cases, from the explosion scene of a sudden accident. Her "life painting" is the starry sky, and she pursues the stars. Xiaohui, may you take off the shining stars in the sky. Even if the years are long and the road twists and turns, the process of chasing the stars will make you live up to your life.

Xiao Hui was a primary school sister in my college days. When I was a junior, she was a sophomore. She worked as an editor in the school newspaper. At that time, I published a lot of works and won many awards. She came to interview me and write a character report. When I was young, I was arrogant. The central newspaper published articles all over the world. Where would I care about the school newspaper. I asked her, what's your favorite book? She said she liked "glory and dreams" written by Manchester best. This book is a masterpiece of the press. Although I study law, I've heard a lot about you. Other journalism students just want to find a good job, but this guy wants to be a great reporter. I admire it, but with suspicion. As soon as we chatted, we were very speculative. We seldom saw a straightforward girl, so we became friends. Later, she decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination. In this matter, she is the most persistent, painful and tangled person I have ever seen. In the first year, she prepared very carefully and went to self-study every day. Carrying a large bag of books and postgraduate entrance examination materials, as well as a large kettle. Unfortunately, she didn't pass the exam that year. No way, the major in that school, the tutor she selected, only recruit three people across the country. The next year, she decided to change her environment because she also graduated from college. Because she didn't succeed in the first year, she was under great pressure in the second year. The students took part in work one after another, and some did well. The family also urged a girl not to be so ambitious and to go back to the county to take an examination of a civil servant. When she felt that the pressure made her out of breath, she came to me to complain. Didn't she say you studied psychology? You're welcome. Take me for surgery, practice analysis and reduce my pressure by the way. I can't laugh or cry, but I still listen to her bitterness angrily. As a result, she still didn't pass the exam the next year, just a little bit. She was also about to collapse and decided to go against the school. After half a winter of depression, she began her third battle. This time, she simply went to Beijing and rented a house in that school. When I feel psychological pressure, she will still call me. I don't have any new tricks to comfort and encourage. Seriously, I'm annoyed by her. I can only tell her that if you want to win the "war", you can't break down physically. She followed my advice, first from the physical reserve strength, firm fighting spirit. So she ran around the small lake in the school every day, then had some food and went to the library for seven or eight hours. I especially don't like the saying "Heaven pays off the painstaking man", but I couldn't help saying it when congratulating her this year. After other students had worked for three years, she became a graduate student at Peking University and began another student career. It turned out that her childhood dream was to enter the Ministry of foreign affairs and become a diplomat. Unfortunately, before the college entrance examination, she could give a base note to the NPC, but she only wanted to go to Peking University and then transferred to the ordinary university where she studied. When she graduated from University, she was unwilling and chose the international relations major of Peking University, which was particularly difficult to pass. This "war" belonging to her has been fought for three years. When she finally finished graduate school and began to look for a job, she couldn't meet the recruitment conditions of the Ministry of foreign affairs. Times have changed, and the threshold of recruitment in many units and departments is increasing year by year. When she returned to Wuhan to handle the registered residence, I asked him to decide where to work. She smiled awkwardly. She hesitated for a long time and asked me not to laugh at her. I wonder what's funny about looking for a job. She told me it was the Beijing News. I was a little surprised and really couldn't help laughing. 02 The reason why I laugh, of course, is because there are other stories in it. When she was a senior, I had already worked. At that time, she worked as an intern in Guangming Daily, squatting in the local branch office, struggling to find valuable clues. The publication building where I work is only more than 100 meters away from her. One afternoon, she finally called for help. She really racked her brains and didn't know what to report. I also happened to think it was too boring to stay in the office, so I slipped out of the publication building in the name of going out to meet the author. When I saw her, I was startled. This guy had messy hair like weeds and smelled of sweat. He was even sloppy than boys. The desk was full of newspapers and the computer screen was blank. I laughed at her, "brother, is it necessary? It's just a real habit. How to achieve this virtue." It's like working as a journalist before it's official. She was very helpless. She pushed aside the newspaper and said that her instructor asked her to find news clues by herself, but she searched all kinds of news, which were trivial street talk or official meetings. But the magazines I work in are biased towards psychology and literature, which is not the same thing as news. I opened the local newspaper in front of her and suddenly saw a report on the popularity of school selection from primary school to junior middle school. I pointed it out to her. She didn't think so. A newspaper is a big newspaper. Can writing such a small thing pass the eye of an old reporter? Not to mention going through the editing level. She doesn't want to lose face. I said, "news is concerned about major events, but our writers don't like grand, meticulous and life like things. Major events don't happen every day. Minor matters of people's livelihood can also reflect the general atmosphere of society. Try it!" She was half convinced and really tried to write it. The small report of hundreds of words made the front page two days later. She finally had her first officially published internship work. Everything is difficult at the beginning. In fact, it is difficult to break the mental barrier. With her first press release, she relaxed and successively sent several front page manuscripts. Her personality is also appreciated by newspaper teachers. Her instructor is a senior reporter. Ask her if she wants to be a reporter? You can directly recommend her to the Beijing News. After staying in the recommended place for a few weeks, her dream is still burning in her heart. She still wants to study for postgraduate entrance examination and go to Peking University. Unexpectedly, after finishing her master's degree in Peking University, she went to work for the Beijing News. 03 At that dinner table, I joked, "I'm not married yet? I'm over 30 now. How do you feel?" She smiled. "It's a big deal to be single. When I'm an older leftover woman, I want to be a sharp reporter. I recently applied to be transferred to the in-depth reporting department." I worried about her and advised her to think clearly. Although they are all uncrowned kings, there are many sub categories of journalism. In depth investigation and feature writing, we are exposed to crimes and serious safety accidents, which are precisely the most dangerous, and some are even life-threatening. The real interview process is not poetic at all. She is really too dangerous as a girl. But she said, "I want to leave my name and write good reports. You know I'm such a person." She was right. In the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, she was a girl who went to the disaster area to volunteer regardless of the danger. On the way, she met a rescue team to assist in rescue handling. When he came back, he won a paper award. She wants to look for the truth and reach the truth like those big journalists in glory and dream. Report from home to abroad, fully accumulate practical experience, and then go to universities or academic institutions to do research and become a scholar of international relations. This guy is ambitious. The diplomat's dream has been extinguished, and there is another dream in her heart, which has never been extinguished. I can't persuade her anymore. Once, a black curtain broke out in the literary world on the Internet, and the whole country was in an uproar. In order to interview the client, she tried to force me to call colleagues of unfamiliar writers. This kind of thing happens again and again. I'm about to catch up with another classmate who sells insurance. Although we were old friends for many years, I was so annoyed that I had to blackmail her for the time being. One day, a writer friend sent a message in the wechat circle of friends that he was particularly moved to see a report. I opened the webpage by hand. The news was a special report about AIDS orphans written by reporters in a village. The female reporter in the picture is Xiao Hui. She was still dressed as a student, with a jacket, short hair, running shoes and a calm looking orphan. The report is detailed and accurate. Starting from a small place, it is almost all line drawing, showing the living conditions of a group of unfortunate children. Her dazzling writing skills in her words have now disappeared. She has converged her deep feelings and care into a quiet narration, so that heavy practical problems can emerge on their own. I didn't call her to tell her that you wrote really well. I was moved. I just silently said in my heart that this guy has finally grown up and become a real reporter with decent works. In our writing industry, works are the most glittering medals. It is a long way to go, with an iron shoulder bearing morality and a hard hand writing an article. 04 When young, people are divided into three kinds. One kind of person is confused. He hangs his dream on his mouth every day, skips class and sleeps at school, is afraid of hardship and wants to be lazy at work. Do this job, do that job, and surrender before fighting. After adulthood, just for stability, have a bowl of rice to eat. Many years later, he became a middle-aged man full of resentment. Time flashed by, turning the boy's head white. The other is to know what you like and want very early. With no distractions, follow a road to the end. It's windy and snowy, and carry it on your own. The joys and sorrows are cold and warm. I know it with my head depressed. The abundance and leisure of the final harvest belong to him. There is another kind. At first, I didn't know what I liked. Later? I don't know what I'm suitable for. But all the way to work hard, do one thing, try your best, and then talk about giving up. At the same time, I have always kept learning, adding bricks and tiles for myself, exercising with water and fire, and going on to another village with a bright future. Some people are confused, some are young and successful, and some are late. The journey of life is the same. What is meaningful to do, what life to live, never regret, and the judgment standard is in your heart. It's like painting an oil painting. At the beginning, the first draft is made, and then scratched and painted layer by layer. In the middle, there are clusters of colors, which are gradually modified and shaped. More than ten years later, standing apart from each other, the outline was clear. She experienced difficult self cognition and choice, withstood the pressure of society and family on women, and failed to realize the dream of a diplomat for three years. If you can't reach it directly, go back through the adjacent business. I've heard that Xiao Hui is present in all major economic cases, from the explosion scene of a sudden accident. Her "life painting" is the starry sky, and she pursues the stars. Xiaohui, may you take off the shining stars in the sky. Even if the years are long and the road twists and turns, the process of chasing the stars will make you live up to your life.