First of all, I have to point out that this is a speech. I don't know whether it is formal, if anybody has some suggestions, I'd like to hear about them, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
    Good morning! Today my topic is the hero in my heart. Hero. It is the word that runs through our lives. It is the god that takes root in our hearts. We wait for heroes whenever we are in emergencies, we search for heroes whenever we are in dilemmas. There is a hero in everybody's mind, but the person who takes this role varies with the flowing time. Of course, this law also goes for me.
   Almost all children have admired the Superman because he can defeat all enemies, no matter they are brutal animals, cunning humans or evil aliens. I was not an exception. In my childhood, I believed that my hero must be the one who had special abilities and could always save the world. However, when I grew up, I found such kind of hero was too fanciful, thus I gave the place to our dear Premier Zhou. I worshiped him not only because his great contributions to founding and developing the brand new China, but also because his lofty ambitions and noble virtues. He used to be my model for quite a long time, nevertheless, I found his image was too perfect for me to imitate, and the achievements he had gained were too difficult for me to reach, therefore in my daily life, I could only got little from him. This time I was confused. Since neither the person who has unique gifts nor the person who has outstanding characters can really inspire me when I am down, then who on earth can be my hero? Who on earth can be my spiritual pillar? I kept thinking about these until I came across the famous diary of a Jewish girl one day. It was at that moment that I first understood what indeed a hero meant to a person, and it was at that moment that I recoginzed my own hero ----- Anne Frank.
   Anne Frank, the author of The Diary of a Young Girl, is a Jewish who died in World War Two at the age of sixteen. She used to have a happy and rich family, and her biggest wish was to be a journalist or a writer when she grew up. Nonetheless, she would never have the chance to grow up because of the evil war. The diary was written in the two years when she hided in a secret room, she wrote down every small thing and every slight feeling, she expressed her hope and dream and she talked about her thoughts and emotions of life. It was from June, 12th, 1942 to August 1st, 1944, until Anne died in the concentration camp. The diary was published several years later, and it soon conquered countless people all over the world, I am one of them.
   I used to be fond of World War Two, as people who live in peace are always fond of the war times. I didn't realize my shallow until I read Anne's Diary. The wish, the desire, the pain and the struggle in her words made me be shameful while drove me to tears. In many people's hearts, Anne is like an angle, who can face any hopless situation with her warm smile. But in my heart, she is no more than an ordinary girl. She was also afraid of death and the cruel penalties, and she also felt desperate about the future some times. The uniqueness of her is that she could always cheer herself up and she would never lose her kindness, sincerety and optimism. In fact, Anne is extraordinary percisely because she is ordinary. She makes me realize all beautiful qualities in my deep soul. She shows me that the old words such as warm, beauty, confidence, respect, strength and so on are still alive nowadays. She shows me that decadence, vacuum and perplexity can do nothing except for ruining myself and hurting others. She shows me that I should have strong mind and enduring belief that will never die out whatever I meet. She inspires me to love bravely and live fully. She makes me know that I should embrace every second of my life. She makes me know that living in peace and happiness should not be the only reason for me to say that I love this world, meanwhile, I should say such a sentence even after I have learned about the darkness, dirt and ugliness of the outside world. That's why the ordinary girl eventually becomes the very hero in my heart.
   The person who acts as my hero has varied many times these years. After seeking for strong body, legendary experiences and perfect qualities, I finally realize that the most precious thing is simply the peaceful mind. Anne Frank, the hero in my heart, can cheer me up whenever I am down, can bring me out whatever I face. She is like a candle in my soul, which doesn't have the bright fire, but can always light my path to the future. My great hero Anne, she is not a dead monument, but a living girl in my mind. I'll eternally admire and embrace life like her with my whole heart.

                                                                     Thank you for listening!