Late Night Emotional Radio Broadcast Transcript

Late night emotional radio broadcast script

For students who train at the school radio station, we usually prepare the broadcast script in advance before broadcasting. A first-class broadcast script can improve the effect of the program. How should the manuscript be written? Below is a late-night emotional radio broadcast script that I carefully compiled. I hope it can help everyone.

Late Night Emotional Radio Broadcast Script 1

I always think of the sea we have been to together over the years.

Like the codes that are programmed into automatic loops in the recalled program, those 1s and 0s are repeatedly compiled and surrounded, forming blue sky, white clouds, green sea, salty wind and back My beautiful you.

You never look back, or just when you are about to look back, the screen switches back to where it started. Maybe there is something wrong with this program. Your face loaded in my mind is no longer clear enough. I tried to change it. But I found that every piece was stained with mottled stains that could not be wiped away.

I think there is a loophole in this memory, and the virus that got in destroyed that most beautiful moment in time, creating the most fatal delay today.

I think that terrible virus is time.

It always takes advantage of opportunities, is mischievous, and commits all kinds of evil. It never idles around, and it never has good intentions. Where there is time, there will be destruction and death. It is a very playful executioner, always Love cuts through the hope planted by one's own hands.

Now, it has eroded my memory, and things related to you are disappearing bit by bit, but it can’t be done, my heart is still with you, how can I forget your face? If you forget, how can you get back the heart that has also suffered severe pain?

How can you lend it to the next person?

I know that the only way is to say goodbye On your side, even if time will repeat the tragedy of memory again, I still long for the short-term happiness of having wine now and getting drunk the next.

But we probably will never meet again.

You are no longer in that sea, and you are no longer with me. Your traces are still here with me, like fallen leaves that cannot return to their roots. They always remind me that you once truly existed in my life and with me. Half of life is tied together.

But now, this close connection has been destroyed, like the airplane clouds blown away by the wind, like the unbearable sneezing when I have a cold, in the end there is only not enough happiness left, it seems. The itching of nothing yet and the blankness of insignificance.

I always think of the seas we have been to over the years.

You said: I want to hold you across the long night.

You said: I have a past and unbearable things that I can’t express.

You also said: I didn’t expect to see you again, it’s so nice.

At that time, I felt how close the entire starry sky was to us, as if I could pick a few of them with my hand, or string a few strands of starlight into a necklace and give it to you as a gift.

But I didn’t do anything. I was afraid that such a move would destroy the beauty and tranquility of this moment.

There is light in your eyes, the warmth and brightness that I yearn for.

Those stars fall on the sea surface and form sparkling waves, and the waves give them to us. I think this is great, and we are all happy.

I have never loved someone so much day and night, as if I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, there would be no daylight and no heartbeat.

So when God was busy creating man, I watched you all night, watching the shadow of your silhouette changing by the light cast by the sea. I felt that you were particularly unreal, like a foam phantom. It breaks when you poke it.

I really don’t want you to be a phantom, that would make me look ridiculous, like a psycho with visual hallucinations.

I hope you are just a phantom, so that I won’t be so heartbroken and unforgettable after you leave.

After you left, I often went to that last sea.

Blue sky, white clouds, green sea, salty wind and me looking at the sea.

I walked through the beach where I was collecting shells and stayed at the place where I was knocked down by the waves. Your laughter seemed to be recorded by the shells on the beach. I could hear you just by picking up any of them. He smiled and spoke in my ear, his voice carrying the taste and color of sea water.

The bitter salty and greenish blue.

Unforgettable and thorough.

However, these can only make me burst into tears now.

I shouted towards the sea like a crazy tramp, and I stood motionless and quietly watched the raging waves like a tragic poet at the end of the century.

I smiled at it, then cried again, crying with all my strength, and then fell down exhausted, looking expressionlessly at the dark sea in front of me, the gray sky. It has collapsed, and the black petrel roars feebly. It is like an abstract painting of pessimism when it comes to me.

I think of you saying I love you to the sea, as if you were still standing there with your back to me. Just like then, it was just like that that you turned around and stole my heart.

However, I can’t get my heart back. It was swallowed up by this ruthless sea along with you, leaving not even a trace of its smell.

I should have hated it, but you said that you like the sea, its vastness, like the mind of a sweetheart.

I try to make sadness look like relief, so I think loving you what you love is the greatest forgiveness and forgiveness I have for the world and myself.

But I still always think of the sea we have been to over the years, even though it took you to the other shore at the end of my life.

I hope there are my shells and thoughts there. Late night emotional radio broadcast script 2

"I fell headlong into my destiny, just like falling into an abyss. There is only one person in my heart, and that is you. I only see you in my sleep. I put you Regarded as a close friend. ”

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For a long time in the past, I regarded other people’s “instant reply” messages as caring about my performance, regardless of friendship or love. There has been a time when the other party used the speed of replying to messages as a criterion for measuring a relationship.

At that stage, I was very demanding on everyone, and I had terrible inner dramas. Whenever others showed any slight delay, they would think "I am not important in their heart". But now it seems that I was so naive at that time that I was ridiculously naive. Everyone has their own things to be busy with. No one can stare at the phone 24 hours a day. The way I care about a person is definitely not through replying in seconds. It can prove that there are some feelings that do not need to be maintained by this.

Little Z is a good friend of mine in college. When I was studying, I always liked to go to the playground with her. We talked a lot about each other under the moon, and we also boasted a lot and fantasized under the stars. Various futures. She has always been very popular and has many friends. Although I am not her only one, I have never questioned my position in her heart at all.

She can remember all my hobbies and know what I like and what I hate. She will buy some beautiful bracelets and give them to me when she comes across them when she goes shopping. She will tell me about them as soon as possible after watching the movie. Feelings, even when I had a crush on a boy, I would carefully share them with me.

We don’t spend time together every day, nor do we take up too much of each other’s private time, but whenever the other party needs it, we will definitely appear in front of her as soon as possible.

2.

I still remember my first relationship in my freshman year. I happily told her how good that boy was, and I couldn’t wait to let her know. I met the right person. At that time, love was very fragile and could not withstand any twists and turns. It would come to an abrupt end at the slightest storm.

I never told Little Z about our breakup. I once vowed in front of her that I was very happy, but I didn’t expect that the plot would turn around and it would be too late for people to react. I think this is really embarrassing. Yes, if I tell her, maybe she will laugh at me.

But I couldn't hold it back in the end, so I sent her a message on WeChat in a joking tone, "I don't want you to be single alone. I'm back to accompany you again."

After waiting for a long time, she He didn't reply to me, and I felt a little disappointed. I had a lot of things to say to me, but the person listening was not there.

When it was time for dinner, she called and asked me to go out for dinner.

The moment I walked out of the building and saw her figure, tears kept rolling in my eyes. I really wanted to hold her and cry, but I felt that I was too pretentious, so I forced a smile and forced myself to cry. I held back my tears and ran over to cross her arms, but she pushed me away and asked: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I replied to her: " Why don't you reply to my message? I'm still waiting for you to comfort me."

She said: "I have been thinking about how to make you happy, and finally decided to take you to eat meat."

In fact, when people are particularly vulnerable, all comfort is useless. Everyone has heard a lot of truths, but not everyone can stay awake all the time. There is no empathy in this world, and her company is The best way to love me.

After I called her, I no longer cared about whether she responded immediately. I usually finished what I wanted to say and threw the phone aside. I knew that every word I said, she Everyone can see it, that's enough.

3.

Until later, after she worked, she only had time to whisper to me at night. Occasionally when I feel uneasy and unhappy, I will write a long text to her on WeChat.

If she doesn’t reply after a long time, just call her directly. I will call her confidently and ask her what she is up to, even if her tone is full of disgust towards me and she puts on a show of disdain. Even with the attitude of "I'm very busy, don't bother me", I will still happily talk non-stop.

I once asked her why her tone was always so bad on the phone. She said, "Because it's you who called me. I love you so much that I don't even want to be hypocritically gentle."

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I think the reason why I have been friends with her for so long is probably because she makes me feel comfortable.

We never need to reply to each other immediately, but we will be there whenever we are called.

When you send a message, you don’t have to organize it in concise language. You don’t have to be afraid of saying something wrong if you are long-winded. You don’t have to wait eagerly for a reply after sending it. This is trust and a sense of security that you are not afraid of being left behind at any time. We will not deliberately restrict each other, nor will we be each other's dog-skin plaster. We each have our own circle and life. In this way, we shine in places where the other cannot see, and we are always thinking about her far away in our hearts.

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I believe that when many people are in love, their possessiveness will expand infinitely, and they will stare at their mobile phones every day to see if that person has sent them a message, even if it is If you just say "um, oh", you will feel that the wait is worth it. If it exceeds your patience, you will pester and ask questions. In fact, "will you reply in a second" and "that person doesn't care about you" are often related to your own mentality. .

No matter what you have a very close relationship with, you should trust him or her.

What’s more, you should have your own world and be busy with your own life, instead of focusing all your attention on one person.

You have to understand.

The best relationship is not seeing you every day and talking every minute, but when you send a message, he will naturally reply after seeing it.

You won’t be randomly suspicious because he didn’t reply, nor will you feel sorry for not replying in time. It’s enough that you trust each other and care about each other. I think this is the best state of getting along. . Late Night Emotional Radio Broadcast Script 3

I wonder if it’s weird if a person’s first love is dull and lengthy. When I was in my senior year of high school, when everyone else was still very busy, my parents went through all the procedures for me to go abroad early. They just waited for me to receive my diploma and then I could go to the United States.

There is a boy in our class who is known as Big P. He can say that the general broadcasting time is morning self-study, "Sports Express", "Current News", "Lunch Break", "Storytelling Series" and "Evening Self-Study CLASSICAL MUSIC". Every time he takes an exam, he always has the ability to sneak into the top few. The head teacher had no choice but to let him sit in the last row with me, a "free person", and "let him go".

At that time, Big P was dark and thin, with a ferocious face. He read English like the coyote in "The Lion King" and carried ancient poems, like Fan Jin who had just won the lottery. Really, later we visited the zoo and saw him as a monkey. They were all running around, but he became more energetic, patted my head and introduced to the monkeys: "THIS IS MY pet!" I didn't hesitate, and told him: "Stop shouting, look at your second aunts. Scared away. "--That's a story for another day.

When we first sat at the same table as me, one evening during self-study he sang "My Sun" while I secretly drank a Coke. When he reached the high note, he suddenly turned around and asked, "How is your voice?" ", I almost squirted out with water in my mouth. I was so angry that I hit him hard several times. But he acted as if nothing was wrong, saying that my hitting posture was wrong and therefore not harsh enough. I asked him to teach me, but he was very serious and even asked me to practice with him.

The first thing he said when he saw me at school the next day was: "Thirteenth sister, the few times you punched me yesterday turned me purple." While he was talking, he rubbed his sleeves for me to see. Later I thought that this relationship probably started from here. From now on, Big P will always call me Thirteenth Sister. My friendship with Big P has become more and more solid under the theme of mutual denigration and self-praising. He lives in a noisy world and always makes various noises to attract others' attention, as if this can prove something about himself.

I’m used to him being like this, used to watching him make a fool of himself, used to noisy with him all day long. Often in class, I help him answer the questions while he sleeps on his stomach; when eating, I eat lean meat and he eats fat meat because he needs "nutrition"; in fights, I applaud him no matter he wins or loses; in self-study, I memorize words and he uses functions to calculate my amnesia rate. For 88.7; when walking in the corridor after school, we would yell and laugh at each other. We are like buddies in the third grade of high school, and we have a tacit understanding as much as possible.

I have heard a saying that everyone is an arc, and two people who can just form a circle are a pair. At that time, I especially believed this sentence. I feel more and more that Big P and I are exactly the same in nature - simple and direct, without any hesitation. I am confident that I know him better than anyone else, because he is basically me. One time I said to Big P: "I seem to have been in the senior year of high school all my life." I ignored Big P calling me "Tianshan Child Mother". I had an idea in my mind, and this idea is of eternal importance.

After graduating from high school, Big P is still my buddy. Looking back now, there were actually no emotional issues between us, because at the time I felt there was no need to say a lot of things. I decided that if I like him, then he must also like me. Needless to say, I know in my heart that I will come back sooner or later if I leave, because I have found my half circle. I think this is fate and no one can tell it apart. Even if you drive it thousands of times. Before leaving, Big P said: "Don't be complacent, maybe it's just the two of us after a few years of tossing." This was the last word I heard him say, and I will never forget it.

During the college entrance examination that year, Big P entered Peking University. And as soon as I arrived in Los Angeles, something happened at the Chinese restaurant next door, and half the wall of my house was gone. I moved, took a year off from school, and sent Big P an email with only three words: "I moved." I didn't tell him the phone number of my new home. The neighbors of the new home are a deaf-mute couple, and their vegetable garden is the best in the entire neighborhood. They often bring some fresh vegetables, and my mother cooks them and invites them over to eat. I have never seen such a loving couple. Sometimes they sign in sign language, and when I look at them, I think of the circle and the big P, and my heart aches.

I bought a book and spent an autumn learning sign language by myself. In this way, I slowly entered this silent world. They couldn't hear and could only sense each other with close gaze. They were so peaceful and calm. This was a world that the uneasy Big P could never understand.

I had nothing to do. Apart from practicing sign language with my neighbors, I would go to the basketball hall every three days to collect autographs from NBA players for Big P or mail him the latest cartoon magazine. I was so moved that he wrote ten times in a row on his e-mail. A few :p, and even took the initiative to confess that they are chasing girls.

I sat in front of the computer all afternoon, telling myself over and over again, "Don't cry, don't cry, there's nothing wrong with it." But by the time I was having dinner, I couldn't shed any tears. . My parents had long been used to me being in a daze and didn't ask anything. Going forward, it will be spring. I am still the same, but my sign language has become professional. Under the careful guidance of me as a "love mentor", Big P has won the first battle. I thought, as long as he is happy, I should be happy too, and it would be nice to be his buddy. The New York Symphony Orchestra was coming to perform, and I worked behind my parents' backs mowing other people's lawns for a month before I could save up enough tickets. I secretly brought a small tape recorder in and recorded a live version of CLASSICAL MUSIC for Big P. Big P replied to the e-mail but complained that I was only listening to the concert and didn't even know that the first tape was already recorded, so I missed a large section. I silently said I'm sorry in my heart, and tears flowed out again. I returned to Beijing in June, and the debate competition that Big P participated in happened to be the finals. I didn't want him to know that I was back, so I sneaked into the venue quietly.

In the past year, Big P has grown into five people and six people. When he concluded his speech, everyone laughed and applauded. I knew he played well, I already knew it. The debate is over, Big P and the others won. When I came off the stage, I saw a pretty girl who was smiling and approaching Big P. But at that moment, I knew that what Big P needed was for someone to give him a basin of cold water, so that he would not become so complacent that he would forget about himself. I know, but this is no longer important.

After returning to the United States, there were two letters in my mailbox with big P letters. The first letter said that he saw a person who looked exactly like me at the debate finals. He called Thirteenth Sister and the person ignored him. It was obvious that this was not the case, but it was amazing that it was like this. The second letter said that although his current girlfriend is a good friend, he always feels like there is something between them. He asked me how we can go straight to each other?

I typed a reply on my computer and told him In fact, he and I are his half of the circle, but we can no longer make a circle. I have kept this letter but have not sent it. I didn't tell Big P my home phone number. I can always get autographs from stars easily. I went behind my parents' back to earn money to watch the performance, and I didn't even know the tape was finished. I don’t want Big P to know that I’m back in Beijing.

I just gave up half of my circle silently. Because, after the Chinese restaurant, I had to rely on hearing aids to live. Late night emotional radio broadcast script 4

Take a long breath of relief. A noisy and cold world was finally blocked behind me. The noise of people and cars suddenly disappeared, and I felt relieved.

One small door, two completely different worlds. I don’t know what kind of sky there is outside the closed door of your heart.

Sit down in the corner again. I think if you come, you will be well prepared to cover up your nervousness with a smile.

Obviously, I am the same as you. Only by putting vulnerability in the corner can you feel at ease.

There are only a few people in the cafe today. It is filled with soothing and gentle melody, I still don’t know the name of the song, it just warms my heart.

There was a girl sitting on the seat next to her, boredly scribbling on the steamy glass - she must have been waiting for someone - she drew sad little faces, and then Stare at them in a daze. The water vapor that could not embrace the glass condensed into teardrops and flowed down.

There is longing in my heart in the painting, which looks like her and me.

The waiter came and put a glass of water in front of me. I smiled and thanked her, and she smiled and left. I really like this kind of communication of understanding, which eliminates the need for words, which I am not good at.

I shook the cup, stared at the undulating water, and recalled...

If I left this city with you two years ago... maybe you really remembered it wrong the agreed time.

For seven days, I kept thinking like this.

Delete edited text messages again and again. I found myself extremely ridiculous.

The girl had painted no space on the glass next to her, but the person she was waiting for had not yet appeared. The little face with various expressions was messed up by streaks of water, perhaps just like her anxious mood at the moment. It’s better than being desolate!

A vibration of “buzz——” made me suddenly pleasantly surprised.

But the girl quickly picked up the phone, her eyes showing a long-lost look. Her world seemed to exist only for this phone call, and now it finally started to spin again.

She arranged her hair happily, wiped the stained glass, and squinted her eyes to admire the outside world. She is tasting sweetness and feeling happiness. I understand.

I grabbed my phone and smiled bitterly.

Sometimes, waiting is no longer about expecting someone to arrive, but about convincing yourself to leave.

I drank the cooling water in the cup and threw it into the world outside the door. Late Night Emotional Radio Broadcast Script 5

Although she has grown older, darker and thinner, she is no longer as charming as she used to be. She no longer has an angelic voice, but who can deny that she is not the most beautiful pearl?

That year, she was the most beautiful girl in our school.

No, she is not only the most beautiful, she is simply the dream lover of all boys. She is as pure as Snow White, with a face like Audrey Hepburn. Moreover, she is not proud, but always gentle. He looks at you and talks to you with a smile.

She is the director of literature and art in the school. When everyone is together, she can always liven up the atmosphere. She can become friends with both boys and girls. She plays the accordion well and wears a snow-white skirt. Many boys wrote love letters to her, but the one she chose was actually a boy from the northwest.

She is a Beijing girl, and her parents are also high-ranking officials. But she chose a farmer's son, and the farmer's son was very ordinary. He was as tall as she was, and he had an average appearance. He was just a college student volunteer. One summer vacation, they rode to northern Shaanxi together. After returning, he won her heart.

Neither is optimistic about their love, thinking it is short-lived. She just thinks it's novel. It's just a girl who grew up in the city. She feels novel after seeing the Loess Plateau. How long can it last? We suspect that the boy is taking advantage of her. It is true that she wants to graduate and stay in the capital.

What is unexpected is that after graduation, she actually left and followed the boy back to northern Shaanxi, a place with no water, no trees and no atmosphere! It was just one desert after another, which surprised everyone.

They went to a Hope Middle School and became rural middle school teachers.

No one expected this ending. Based on her background, she should go abroad and find a husband who is also an international student. This is in line with our usual thinking. She loves cleanliness so much, can she bear it without taking a bath? Will she miss the prosperity of the city in such a lonely loess hill? Late Night Emotional Radio Broadcast 6

In the wide world, when prosperity comes to an end, there will always be something like that Some people stood in the direction of the sun, with the afterglow spreading behind them. The world is full of flowers, walking in a hurry, and there are too many people passing by. There are always some people who are still fixed in a certain place, and the feeling of longing comes back. Perhaps meeting is a kind of fate, the beginning and the destination of first love.

As the sun sets, there is still a faint glow in the distance in the sky. The breeze blows gently, and the shadows under the setting sun are so long, so long. Thank God for allowing me to meet the beautiful you in the best years. Time, place, characters, and scenes don't matter, as long as you and I meet. Time is a journey with no return. What we have passed and what we have missed have become memories. No matter how beautiful it is, it cannot withstand the baptism of the elderly and the test of the ruthless bustling city.

But then I walked through the street corner with memories, the noisy crowd, with expectations and nervousness, hoping that you would appear in front of me, but also afraid that I didn’t know how to face you, the tangled mood continued, just like this, I shuttled between looking for you. The figure stumbled all the way, confusion and uneasiness filled the whole world. A gust of wind blew away the intoxicating thoughts. There is light in front of me, and the clear scenery keeps retreating as I move forward. Our love is like passing water without a trace, disappearing without a trace and nowhere to be found.

In the autumn and winter seasons, fallen leaves fall. My thoughts drift away with the wind, taking away my sincere and deep thoughts. Climbing to the top of the mountain under the overcast sky, the beautiful scenery is refreshing and your worries disappear. Bluestone is paved in the middle of the grass, with unique buildings on both sides, a clear pond, and occasionally a little turtle pops its head out of the water to swim

In our world, there are blue skies, white clouds, and the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, as if Everything in the world is so beautiful and picturesque that it can't help but stir up thoughts. The past cannot be looked back and passes away with the wind, just like the lingering smoke blending into the wind and drifting away with the current. No matter how much you invest, it disappears without a trace. Only the memory of love stores it in space. It only emerges from the depths of your heart when you recall it. It is the joyful experience and bits of regret about the beautiful fragments of youth.

Time never gets old, and time never fades away. I am very grateful to the rings of time for allowing me to meet you in my youthful years, which set off a heartbeat of some magnitude. It can't be calm for a long time, it's evocative. Although it is only a small part of the journey of life, it has left an indelible beauty and left a heavy mark on the soul. Painted a pure scenery for my life. Sometimes

I also think about what my life would have been like if I hadn’t met you, what kind of youth I would have been like if I hadn’t met you for the first time in my life. It seems to have lost its luster and dimmed a small part of the world. Maybe this is the "beauty encountered". ;