The broadcast draft about the radio station

Same time, different time and space. Xx,xx, meet with you in Wen Yuan Watch (or other? ), pick up the afterglow of the sunset on Wednesday, chat together, laugh together, and appreciate the mood of ordinary life together.

(music: Dido, Life for Rent)

I don't know why, but I like listening to this song on the trip. This far-reaching tune, sometimes, can make me don't have to think about anything. In my head, it's as white as white paper that has just been made. Looking out the window at the speeding day and night and the scenery, it doesn't mean anything. Sometimes, I can also fill my head with memories and turn it into a silhouette of the past, describing the stories that have been finished or still unfinished in detail.

It's been a long time since I left school. Surprisingly, whether you come back or leave, it is always in rainy days, not sunny days. This is not a deliberate choice to go out on rainy days and create some poetic styles, it is entirely due to the lack of time. Of course, there is also sentimentality.

The first time I left, I went south to Shanghai. It was raining cats and dogs, and the umbrella didn't work at all. The pull rod of the suitcase also slipped from my hand and splashed with rain flowers. I am looking around in a strange street, trying to identify my sister's familiar face in the traffic, which is particularly embarrassing.

I remember the disappointment when I first returned to Hefei for my graduation exam. At night, outside the train platform, there was a crowd that greeted the representatives of the China Expo. No one met such an ordinary me. At that time, I suddenly thought of the popular hug group abroad. Even a short hug from a stranger would bring people a full sense of happiness. Hefei is generally whitewashed, and the street with lights is almost unrecognizable. Perhaps, it has been away for a long time. I can't remember clearly whether the bus to Pearl Square is 26 or 216. I sent a message to Peipei, who is far away in Wuhu for an exam, and I realized that it was a bus No.226. A person dragging his luggage in the campus at night, walking in the drizzle with a clattering sound, is faced with the guessing expressions of strange schoolmates. I'm not a returnee, just a passer-by.

When I returned to Shanghai, it was raining heavily, dragging my luggage along the street with thousands of lights, listening to completely strange words, and asking myself in surprise, where did I get so much courage to leave? It turns out that habits are so hard to change that I can't even adjust the jet lag.

(Music: Zhou Xun/Chyi Chin "Outside")

I decided to integrate into the society and start my independent career after the postgraduate examination.

After the postgraduate exam, it's no surprise that the scores are far from expected. Suzhou is still a city built in a dream, which can't be realized. Just beyond my reach, it adds a bit of imagination and longing to people. It seems that this is the general law of life, and those untouchable scenery are always the most beautiful.

Unexpectedly, it was Xiaoxian. She attached great importance to her studies. For her, nothing was glamorous in these four years, except the dream of Beijing. However, this score does not give her a birthright. Although I am far away from her, I can feel her pain and sadness.

Pei Pei is looking forward to continuing the exam next year and staying at home until her dream of further study is fulfilled.

I suddenly remembered Li Qingzhao's poem: I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The postgraduate entrance examination is at this end and Jiangdong is at that end. They don't want to cross Jiangdong. Xiang Yu wouldn't, because he was full of favorable conditions, favorable places and people. They wouldn't, and he was full of self-esteem and dreams.

what else can we do besides graduate students?

We can still learn, as long as our dreams are not eroded ...

Roommates all like Fan Fan's song, called Initial Dream, which sings the hope after frustration and is brave before success. I suddenly remembered a movie "catch me if you can" played by Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio, which had nothing to do with the story. What I thought was a story that Leonardo heard from his father: two mice fell into a bucket of fresh milk, and one mouse was desperate and thought it was fate. As a result, it drowned; The other mouse didn't want to give up and kept stirring. As a result, the bucket of fresh milk was stirred into butter.

Perhaps, when it comes to hopes and dreams, people will first think of a Kung Fu Panda named Bao. However, for most of us, life is not such a legend. Some of those hopes, big and small, have gone with the wind and are no longer remembered; Some are like lies, losing its meaning, while others come true and appreciate happiness. Hope, in good times, is fashionable, however, in bad situations? At least, we can work as hard as the second mouse in a fresh milk bucket, working in the difficult soil, waiting for hope and flowers.

(Music: Allan Taylor: Some Dreams)

I had a part-time job in a convenience store before my job was settled. When there are no customers, it is very leisure. Convenience stores have cooperation with music stations, and the broadcasts of Shanghai Music Channel are regularly broadcast 24 hours a day.

The host talks about love the most, and rambles on about it. It is strange that no matter what topic, no matter which host, love can always be brought up in the end, followed by one song after another.

The accordion background music in the French film Angels Love Beauty and Sodagreen's Little Love Song are the most widely broadcast. Listening, I feel the urge to cry. We used to criticize this song in our dormitory, mainly because of Sodagreen's voice and the obvious breathing when singing in the song. Later, the whole dormitory was crazy about this song again, and it sang around the clock, one after another, one after another.

In this way, unsuspecting people think of their dormitories far away from home, write down the information carefully and send it to them one by one at three o'clock in the morning. Of course, those who didn't respond fell asleep, but they felt more or less better in their hearts and felt that they were still very close to them. Unhappy and happy things, I always want to share with them, as if I were still lying down with them.

Han Han's Gone with the World was once played on the radio, which I didn't expect. This writer, whom I once liked very much, is not the type that Shanghainese like because of his arrogant ridicule. However, when I heard it, my heart was happy. Perhaps this is the power of idols. However, the quarrel between Han Han and Jing M.Guo often appears in the dormitory. In order to maintain the noise of idols, I always feel bored in retrospect. However, now that I think about it, it is really so warm.

Stories that are remembered or forgotten in the years, and feelings that are difficult to distinguish between true and false in the fleeting time, are sung in life. Music has such magic that the past, bit by bit, eats your heart, and the past is also a fascinating thing, eroding your emotions a little.

(Music: Pu Shu/Fan Fan "Those Flowers")

Now the work is tedious and leisure. When there is no class, idle time is wasted, and I can't wait to kidnap time and force it to walk faster; When I am busy, I want to imprison time nervously. I don't allow it to go out and wander, but I can only stay in the corner.

we don't go back for lunch. Began to bring a box lunch like everyone else. The lunch box was given by Pei Pei on his birthday. Pink hello kitty, with a reserved smile, is not like her. Every time she laughs, she will be heartless and extravagant.

when I don't have a box lunch, I will go to eat fried with my colleagues, or go to Wujiang Road in Gourmet Street. There are many barbecues on Wujiang Road, which reminds me of the excitement at the school gate at night. I'm still not used to the food here. () Shanghainese like sweets, which are made of pickled fish and also from My Sweetie. They are not as tasty as those Sichuan restaurants that often go to eat at the school gate, and of course, there is a lot of laughter in the dormitory.

Time is a sharp knife, one mark per second, engraved on the time wall of life, shocking. What I see is those traces of the past, which makes people feel sad; What you can't see is the blank walls, which makes people feel scared and at a loss.

The past is a terrible thing. Sometimes it can make you giggle like no one is watching, and sometimes it can break your heart, forcing you to leave tears.

Now, I am far from school life. After the thesis defense, the four-year school career seems to have ended. However, when I think about it, I always feel bitter. The past is like a commemorative album, which can only be used for memories.

(Music: Maps: to the sky)

The past is delicate sand, which flows by your hand and you can feel that it once existed. Even if you change time and space, you can put it in an hourglass and cherish it carefully.

In the future, there will be a wider world outside, with endless time and space waiting for us, so we should design it ourselves. This is the same drawing, splashed with ink, the whole life.

well, today's program is coming to an end. let's cherish the past carefully in the songs of maps, express our hopes to the sky and let ourselves fly.