• The feelings of a journalist working in print and broadcast media.
  • Silently contributing to the passion for the profession.

When I first started out in journalism, I simply thought that being a journalist meant traveling around, truthfully recording what I saw and heard with my pen and camera—that was enough. But the more I worked, the more I realized that journalism is not just about words; it's about the heart, about taking risks... and about sleepless nights pondering the question: "What more can I do for this person, for this story?"

Sometimes I'm so happy I'm moved to tears when readers share my article and the subject calls to thank me. But there are also times when I feel heartbroken when I travel to impoverished rural areas or witness and hear about difficult circumstances... It's no longer just about completing a topic and submitting it to the editorial office; after writing, all I can do is hope that when the article is published, it will connect with compassionate hearts and extend a helping hand to those in need. For me, the life of a journalist is a mix of very real and down-to-earth joys and sorrows.

Journalists, whether reporters, editors, or photographers, all have their own stories to tell about their profession.

For reporters, attending conferences and events at the invitation of agencies and organizations each week only accounts for a small portion of their time; the majority is spent traveling long distances to cover events in local areas. Only in this way can they promptly grasp and truthfully reflect the lives of the people, the transformation and development of rural areas, and produce journalistic works that truly capture the essence of life. Although receiving and providing information to reporters is done according to local regulations on public speaking, I am often deeply moved and touched by the enthusiasm and utmost support of the local authorities and residents.

Sometimes, things go unexpectedly smoothly, making the reporters both happy and... a little bewildered. Once, when we went to a local area, the people were hospitable and friendly, chatting lively like family; sometimes they even prepared meals, and if we refused, they would be angry. Other times, when we met with local authorities, many places were very supportive; a phone call would bring someone waiting, some even saving our phone numbers. After a few rings, a voice on the other end would say, "I'm listening, journalist." The topics we discussed before going there were meticulously prepared by the local authorities, who even suggested other topics in the area for the reporters to explore further. The local people were very sincere: "It's a difficult trip, so let's do it while we can"...