Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

I want to be a young reporter. Reporters are postmen who tell everyone the latest news about society, family, and life. They send open letters to everyone every day - news reports. These "letters" incorporate all the information that everyone needs every day. From national affairs to financial securities, from sports and entertainment to literary pearls, every day gives people something new. I am willing to write such "letters" every day to provide everyone with brand new news. Reporters are workers who shuttle through the crowd and record time with flashlights and notebooks. The fruits of his labor will be known to everyone the next night. Maybe, when the reporter is making notes in that interview notebook, you don't know it next to you. When you glance at the newspaper the next day, you may think that the news is from the hands of that reporter. It's like when it rains at night, people don't know, but the next day, they can see the beauty brought by the rain - the bright morning sun and the fragrance of dew. How exciting and delightful it is! Reporters are good at conveying true feelings to the world the fastest. When the flood floods, it submerges the fertile fields and destroys homes. It was the reporters who used newspapers to quickly release the disaster information to the whole country: it was the reporters who used pictures to convey the care of the Party and the government, the care and help of the people of the whole country to the hearts of the people in the disaster area. I also want to be a good hand at conveying true feelings, and I am willing to use my own words to bring people closer together. Reporters are soldiers who are willing to sacrifice themselves to safeguard justice in the world. When NATO bombed Yugoslavia, these three soldiers went in and out of the blood and smoke, and the shrapnel became manuscript paper, and the bloodstains became news. Shao Yunhuan, Xu Xinghu, and Zhu Ying, these three great soldiers, wrote hundreds of battlefield diaries for the motherland with their blood and lives, and unfortunately died heroically! The people of the whole country all regretted losing them. Who would not hate the bombing more and yearn for peace more because of this? I want to take over their pens and become a young reporter! Being a young reporter is my ideal. I want to be a postman who tells everyone the latest news about society, family and life; I want to be a person who shuttles through the crowd and records time with flashlights and notebooks; I want to be a good hand who can quickly convey true feelings to the world; I want to be a soldier who is willing to sacrifice himself to maintain justice in the world! Everyone has his own ideal, "The sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish jump." Let us spread our wings of ideals and fly in the ideal sky. My ideal is like the stars in the sky, countless. I want to be an angel in white to save those who are devastated by the disease. From 2003 to 2005, it was the time when the demon SARS was rampant. In order to defeat this demon, how many angels in white worked day and night, and even died suddenly before the moment of success. How touching it is! I also want to be a learned and talented scientist. Think about the past, when Japan invaded our China, it burned, killed, robbed, and did all kinds of evil, which is really infuriating. If I were a scientist, I would study countless nuclear bombs and defeat them all. Who would not be convinced by our China? “A silkworm may die only when it has spun all its silk; a candle may burn down only when all its tears have dried.” I would rather be a hard-working gardener, passing on the knowledge I have learned to my students, so that they can realize their dreams. Everyone has his or her own ideal, “The sky is high and the birds can fly freely; the sea is vast and the fish can leap freely.” Let us spread the wings of our ideals and soar in the sky of our ideals.