Manuscripts for broadcasting and hosting radio stations

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Broadcasting and hosting radio manuscript

Music: Sleepless Night

People in this city seem to collectively suffer from nocturnal syndrome, and they are always inexplicably excited at night , there is singing and dancing everywhere, people are running around, and they will not stop until the sun is about to rise in the early morning.

I don’t know if you are like this too. Thank you for still waiting to listen to our program, here is City Mood. I'm NJ tonight. How are you?

Our program communication group: ********* *********, are you in the mood to come tonight?

Program Headline

In the past two days, I have been watching a lot of movies about love at home alone, and suddenly I wanted to try to express my feelings about love. I really like that kind of acquaintance. When a boy and a girl meet for the first time, they are so shocked that they think each other is their future and only one. I also like this kind of lovesickness. No matter how the love started or why we parted ways, colorful memories remain in each other's hearts. Later in life, there are often details that evoke memories, and the heart is astringent and sweet. I really like Li Zongsheng in Ghost Confused Heart

Singing: No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it is more beautiful than your smile. People who have never seen you will not understand. Love is a matter of one person. Not only is it incomprehensible to the third party, but even the other person you love can only moan at most. But in the end, only you know how much you love.

So just because I love you, you don’t have to take it for granted that I should change myself to adapt to you. If I want to change because I want to, then my love for you is not the reason why I force you to change yourself. .

Two people in love should be free. Love may be the softest tenderness and the hardest responsibility in one's heart, but it should not be a constraint on the other person. Love may make you unfree, but it can never be a reason to deprive the other person of his freedom, because love is your own.

Because I love you, I am willing to protect you from wind and rain, and even hope that you will be my sweet burden. It does not mean that you are willing to hide in my arms with peace of mind, so I will not force you. , but I can stand behind you. If you want, you can turn back. The closest distance to you (waiting for you) must be my embrace to welcome you.

Don’t put pressure on you just because I love you. Don’t feel uneasy about accepting all my efforts, because love is a personal matter and all the efforts are my own. Likewise, I won’t do it because You love me and change yourself, and I feel at ease with your efforts, because everything you do is what you want.

I really don’t like people who force others to do something in the name of love. I often hear people say: A has spent so much time, money and sacrifices for B, but B is indifferent, so that A ends up Or become depressed or go away to a foreign country or even give up their lives. Love doesn’t have to be like this.

The next music comes from Azhe’s Forest of Two People. Amidst the sound of music, you are also welcome to participate in our program. Our program communication group: ********* *******, I am NJ

Today Let’s talk about what love looks like tonight. What does love look like in your mind, have you ever thought about it?

Music: "Forest of Two People"

If love occurs in the hearts of two people who meet at the same time, it is a A person's love is also beautiful. Whether it is the love felt by two people who meet at the same time or one-sided by one person, it is beautiful and belongs to one person. Whether it's staying together or missing each other, sweetness or pain, the emotions in love may resonate with the other person, but in the end only you know it.

Love should have different colors and feelings for different people. Some people's love is plain but warm, some people's love is passionate but ups and downs, some people's love is turbulent but long-lasting, and some people's love is beautiful for a while but destroyed in an instant.

I don’t want to deliberately change myself to make someone fall in love with me, no matter inside or outside. If you like it, you like your unique self. No one can keep anyone in the mold.

Yesterday you tried hard to be what you wanted, but today you may not be the angel in your heart.

We are all ordinary people, a common people. At the beginning of love, you may be cautious, fearing to hurt yourself, or you may weigh each other's efforts. It is natural and human nature to protect yourself. But when love has become unwavering for you, and even changed yourself unconsciously, if something happens, your love will always be conditional. There was wind blowing through the window, and my chest started to feel cold.

You will use what you think you have experienced to treat me, claiming to be afraid of me. Maybe you don't know that those "small" blows can throw a person away from the starting point at a certain point and no longer hope for it. I begin to wonder, who do you love? Is it me? Or the me you transformed? You can only live in your own love.

The two frustrated people said they must persevere and overcome reality, each with their own concerns. I love you more and more deeply, but I physically change the ending of the breakup. I bought a return ticket for love but there is no date, and I don’t understand your expectations. Do your own thing. Hope is thrown to the South Pole, but people are standing at the North Pole.

From the first day we met, the contact with each other has never stopped. With your constant support, I began to believe that I can call you in the future. A rare wind blows through my city, and the connection between each other ends for a day. In this short period of time, you leave your love to history, which suddenly makes people still. You said that we are not suitable, and there is no need to persist anymore, so why start in the first place? Do you know that it is wrong to persist after falling in love? Forget the cold words and the fingers that we once held, what do you want to say to suddenly feel like this? It's so unspeakable. From the beginning of acquaintance, I searched little by little, trying to prove that there were traces of love, thinking that maybe I was your angel at some point.

What is love really like? Should all harshness be returned to angels? You think my tears are worthless, like discarded waste paper, but you never know that this time my tears are the first for a man.

Still can’t draw what love looks like, it’s blurry. Like a wounded child, carefully protected, but still injured. Love like a glass doll needs a heart made of rubber. If it is broken, the heart will not hurt too much. If anyone knows what love looks like, please knock on my door gently and tell me that I am a lost child.

Music: goodbye my love

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Here, city mood, I am NJ. Tonight we're talking about what love looks like.

Every time I hesitate to speak in front of love, every time I hesitate in front of love, confused and confused about how to give myself, others, and the best explanation for love.

Everyone is hesitant, everyone is confused, how can we use the most perfect reason to convince ourselves to accept it or give up it!

I You know, love is a difficult problem, an eternal problem, and no one can clearly decompose and calculate its solution process and steps. Love just won't let you control it easily, giving you such a vague appearance, making you feel bitter and sweet, sour and spicy in its trap...

Love, this life, this journey, What does it teach us? God knows, the earth knows, we know, but others will never know!

We are nostalgic, we always stop and go on the road, looking back section after section. It is not a good habit to always linger on the memories of the past, tell yourself, learn to forget!

You are thinking about his back, his departing eyes, his silent lips, his hands that have lost their warmth... but he never I have never taken a moment to remember it, so I left him coolly, gave him the most beautiful and calm smile, and told him: "You gave up on happiness and missed it forever."

What does love look like? People are infatuated, deeply trapped, trying to catch it but never being able to catch it? When a person gives up his heart, there will no longer be any tender words. In the end, what is left is a proud heart, elegant lips, and no warmth. Body!

For love, they have nothing, and I only have you...

Forget you, the appearance of love, I choose to leave happily with the wind. Love or not, stay or not, it's all my choice! But I think, no matter what, one person is not as good as two people.

Next let's listen to "One Person Is Not Better Than Two"

Music: "One Person Is Not Better Than Two"

Program Headline

Losing Someone Who Loves You People, you may not be sad; if you lose someone you love, you will be sad and in pain; if you fall in love with someone who doesn't love you, you may be even sadder. Emotions are often strange things. A woman is a story; a woman has a long series of stories because of a man.

I was once a person waiting, waiting for love to fall gently on me, waiting for him who originally belonged to me and gave me happiness.

In love, imagine that he will put me in his heart, send me home, worry about whether I have eaten, remind me to put on more clothes when it’s cold, and worry about me Whether he is happy or not, he will worry about whether I am doing well or not, and he will put me in his love in every possible way.

However, when we face love in life, should we learn to be free and easy, should we learn to forget, should we smile, maybe we should learn to be happy, maybe we should learn to cherish ourselves. It is undeniable that falling in love with someone There is no reason, no foreshadowing, no foreshadowing, and no accumulation. But at least we can make our love bright and public.

It is undeniable that I have made a mess of my life clumsily. The love I want has always been faced with a vague look. I admit that I want to be strong. But, he is not strong. I know how to give up, but I don’t know how to fight for it. I am too lazy to face things that are too tiring. Some things are not innate, but are created by the environment, such as my stubbornness and stubbornness.

I also complained about life and the unfairness of life. But now, I have learned to be grateful. Learn to accept whatever life gives you, and use your only strength to manage it. And work hard and move forward. Meeting the love I expected.

Music: "I Can"

Love is the back figure that finally appeared in the sunset by the fourth-floor window when I was young, and disappeared in just one minute. Out of sight. Then I didn’t dare to look back after every brush with each other. Love is a sudden kiss in the darkness at the door of the house, the soft touch between the lips, the rapid breathing, and the inexplicable throbbing that lasted a sleepless night. Love is the sigh of contentment heard from the heart when fingers touch the skin, and a tear falling from the corner of the eye between the fingers. Love is like a passing face that wanders in the crowd and looks back. When you walk past, things have changed. Love is like scars carved on the arm by holding up the fragments. It gradually fades over time, but the traces are always visible. Love is your explosion in the deepest part of my body, the trembling of passion overwhelmed by desire. Love is like lighting up a cigarette late at night, a pair of clear eyes that are hard to shake off from the depths of memory in the fog. Love is the warm blood that flows in the center of pain and is hard to extricate. Love is when I walk in front of you, look directly at you, and then say to you: Hey, you know, I love you, do you love me?

What are the looks of love in the river of life? We stood on the shore and watched the silvery fish that suddenly jumped onto the surface of the river. The fish jumped and shimmered again and again, and the river was turbulent. Love is the fireworks that suddenly rise from the other side in the night sky. They are big and prosperous. Only the endless cold night sky is left to miss the grand but short bloom that once took place. Love is in chaos, I only see your appearance, only hear your voice, and only know where you are. Love is when I tell you that I love you, and you want to know whether you love me or not.

Maybe love is a matter of one person. I put my whole life in the palm of your hand, waiting for you to hold it or just turn over and fall into the abyss. Love is actually a personal matter, Duras said: Unless you love a man very much, all men will be intolerable. Then love is one person's silent patience with another person. We are always at a loss in the face of the unknown future. I remember going to see cherry blossoms alone in May. The wind blew through the pink and white petals of the trees and scattered them. I remembered the words in the Bible: "Love is like catching the wind." And at that moment the only thing we could hold on to was the tiny petals that had lost their lives in the wind.

Love is when I can meet you and then accompany you for a while. Look at your baby-like innocent expression and the warm curve of your mouth when you are sleeping. I can button up your shirt and send you out, light a cigarette for you and put it between your lips, bury my head in the crook of your neck and feel the warmth of the blood vessels beating under your skin, and hold you at night. Hold your hands to watch the sudden fireworks on the other side.

Then I can rest assured to see you leave me and go far away, never looking back. Then I can leave and spend my whole life forgetting you. Then maybe I saw a pure white wedding dress and diamonds in my dream, and you gave me a promise among the pink and white petals under the cherry blossom tree. Then I woke up from the dream, and there was only me in the empty room, and then I drank the ice water on the bedside, and... Tears streamed down my face as I felt the suffocation in my throat.

What does love look like? What does love look like? We have been looking for it, and only when we find it do we realize that love is not as simple as imagined. This is the mood of the city, our program communication group: ********* *********, are you in the mood to come tonight?

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What is love?

Love is music: first love is light music, passionate love is rock music, marriage is pop music, and divorce is pop music. (But I don’t think anyone would like such pop music~)

Love is never taken for granted; love can never be accomplished by one person; love is often the courage to dream for oneself; Love, sometimes the crazy thought that the world is dead and I am still alive. That’s why love is bizarre, love is seductive, love is beautiful, and love is innocent.

Love does not need to be grasped deliberately. Yue wants to grasp her own love, but it is easier to lose herself. Just like holding a handful of clear sand, the tighter you hold it, the less you have left. And those things that slipped through the fingers were all because I worked too hard and wanted to keep them too much. Love is the most wonderful thing and cannot be forced at all. What can be cultivated is emotion, not love.

Love should gain the whole world because of one person, not lose the whole world because of one person.

Love is done, not spoken. The love that is always talked about in words is too pale and weak to fall into reality. Life is reality, and romantic love is not real life. Love requires getting along and commitment, not a bubble of words.

Every woman who loves is a bitch, and dissatisfaction is a self-sufficient and cherishing attitude. The long-term true love cannot be without sweetness, but it cannot be left to satisfy one's own heart. It should also be slightly bitter. A cup of coffee and half a sugar is true love.

All love is a need that we must continue throughout our lives. Although it is painful, we cannot give up the ability to love, because love will be like the seeds of a rose, buried in the cold winter snow. Flowers bloom in spring.

The flowers fade and bloom again. That flower is destined not to be love. Once the flower of love withers, it is destined not to be on the same branch when it blooms again.

I am stupid and can only use these words to explain love. However, I think what love is like can only be understood by experiencing it personally.

So, what does your love look like? Next, let’s take a look at the messages from friends.

Listener interaction time

Music: "I actually love you very much"

Love always requires some adapting temperature.

The temperature is too high and we are too close.

The temperature is too low and we are too far away.

We are single, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t been in love.

We are single and we look forward to the love in our hearts.

What does love look like? Love in everyone’s eyes is different, but one thing is the same, that is the feeling of happiness. When I close my eyes, I will think of him. Look, think of all his good things. It turns out that this is what love is like...

Well, tonight’s city mood, I have to say goodbye to my friends here. I am NJ. Thank you to my good friends for your company for this hour. Thanks also to tonight's director**, see you in the next episode, good night. ;