Selected essays from self-prepared manuscripts for broadcasting and hosting in the Art Examination

In the professional examination for broadcasting and hosting, the recitation of self-prepared manuscripts is an important part of testing candidates’ recitation ability and understanding of language. is the key to success. Below I have compiled a selection of self-written prose by broadcasters and hosts, hoping to help you!

1. "Autumn Memories"

After my legs became paralyzed, my temper became violent and erratic. Looking at the formation of wild geese returning north in the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I would slam the things on hand against the surrounding walls. My mother hid quietly and listened to my movements secretly where I couldn't see her.

When everything returned to silence, she came in quietly again, looking at me with red eyes. ?I heard that the flowers in Beihai are all blooming. I will push you for a walk. ?She always says that. My mother likes flowers, but since my legs became paralyzed, all the flowers she served have died. ?No, I won't go!? I beat these two hateful legs fiercely and shouted: ?What energy do I have to live!? My mother rushed over and grabbed my hand, holding back her cry and said: ?We are two sons. Let's work hard together, work hard

But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that her liver often hurt so much that she tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep.

That day I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves outside the window falling. Mother came in and blocked the window: "The chrysanthemums are blooming in Beihai. I'll push you to see them." ?A pleading look appeared on her haggard face. ?Whenever you want, tomorrow? she said. My answer already made her overjoyed. ?Okay, just tomorrow. ?I said. She was so happy that she sat down and stood up: "Then get ready quickly." ?Oh, are you bothered? It’s just a few steps away, what can you do to prepare!? She also smiled, sat next to me, and said nonchalantly: ?After seeing the chrysanthemums, let’s go to ?Fangshan?, when you were a child I love eating the pea yellows there the most. Do you still remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said that the poplar flowers were caterpillars. You ran and crushed one with one foot. She suddenly stopped talking. For words like "run" and "step on". She is more sensitive than me. She went out quietly again. She's out. He never came back.

When the neighbors carried her into the car, she was still vomiting blood. I had no idea she was so sick. Watching the tricycle go away, I never imagined that it would be an eternal farewell.

When the neighbor’s young man carried me on his back to see her, she was breathing hard, just like her difficult life. Others told me that her last words before she fell into coma were: My sick son and my underage daughter. It was autumn again, and my sister pushed me to go to Beihai to see the chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind. I understood what my mother had not finished saying. My sister also understands. How about we work hard together?

2. "Paper Piano"

My daughter loves music.

Every morning when the sound of the piano sounded from the balcony opposite, she would lie on the balcony and listen quietly. How much does she want to have a piano? No, no, even if she can touch it and sit on it and play it once!

One day, the father came to the balcony and saw his daughter lying on the balcony with her fingers As he was jumping on the balcony, his father had something on his mind. His daughter had never seen her father buy a decent piece of clothing, and the clothes he wore were always white washed work clothes. My daughter knows that she should study hard. She thinks that she must be admitted to a music conservatory in the future, so that she can play the piano every day.

My father seems to be much busier than before. He goes out very early every day, comes back very late, and falls asleep wrapped in plaster.

Day after day, the daughter doesn’t know why her father is so desperate, but she knows that she can no longer count her father’s gray hairs? Year after year, five years have passed. My daughter was admitted to the best high school.

My father went to the bank to withdraw his deposit. I was intoxicated with joy along the way, but I didn't know that there was a pair of evil eyes behind me. He went to the store and came to a piano.

This is a shiny upright piano with a price tag of eighteen thousand. He thought, ?Enough is enough. ?So he called the salesperson. When he happily opened the tool bag tightly in his hand, a gash cut by a knife condensed his smile.

My father didn’t think about food and drink, and suddenly became haggard. Worry clouded her daughter's eyes. A few days later, my father took out something: a wooden board with a thick paper on it and a drawing of Jianpan. The father said: "Dad, it's useless. My daughter, who originally wanted to buy you a real piano, saw her father's tears for the first time." ?Dad!? The daughter doesn’t know what’s going on, but she understands everything.

She sat over, her fingers dancing briskly on the keys, and her whole body was bathed in the warm melody. She burst into tears and was mesmerized.

3. "The Moon Sings If There Is Love"

I ran anxiously through the narrow village lanes, not wanting to appreciate the gifts of nature. I anxiously went door to door to raise money for my mother’s medical treatment.

Suddenly, a sad cry came into my ears. ?Who? It's so late, why is he crying? I followed the sound and found it was a little boy.

The little boy saw me and grabbed my pants: "I'm lost, please take me home, okay?" I responded instinctively and wanted to pick him up and go. Suddenly, I encountered a familiar gaze. Hey, isn't this Dr. Wang's son? Suddenly, I felt angry, and the shadow of Dr. Wang came to mind again. It was him who refused to treat my mother for a small medical fee!

At this time, a more piercing voice stabbed me hatefully: Could it be that I really left him alone? ?It’s late at night, should we let him stay in the lonely wilderness? Isn’t he afraid of the dark? Can he resist animals? I shuddered. Ah! No, I can't leave him behind.

I gently knocked on Dr. Wang’s door. I ignored his words and eyes and just left quickly. I thought my heart was pure and I would not lose my moral character because of money. The reason why I walked so quickly was not because I was angry, but because I didn’t want to stay in this place where I was so unjust for profit.

The moon has climbed up to the treetops, and there is a little coolness. I am still raising money for my mother’s medical treatment. I firmly believe that there must be a sense of humanity between people.

When I dragged my tired body into the door, I smelled the smell of medicine. I asked my mother confused. Mom just smiled and handed me a letter. The letter said: "Thank you for sending my son home." Your actions gave me a spiritual education. In the face of money and medical ethics, we should choose medical ethics. ?

The gentle moonlight pours down like running water, as if sliding over a sweet piano sound. Oh! If the moon is sentimental, the moon will sing! ;