The broadcast host's own manuscript

Suddenly Missing You So Bad

Not tonight's rainy night, I won't stand in front of the window for long; If I hadn't stood in front of the window for a long time tonight, I wouldn't have found the rainy night so touching; If I didn't look at your direction and call your name, I wouldn't know how much I miss you.

I miss you suddenly, in this silent night, when I return to this boundless loneliness again. Suddenly I miss you very much, and once again I have gentleness to care for someone. I miss you suddenly, and this feeling was triggered at this moment.

Suddenly I miss you so much, and your words and my imagination have melted away for a long night. I have seen too much hypocrisy in the world and seen through too many people's lies. I really don't think I will be credulous, but why do I firmly believe that you will share all my troubles and sorrows? You whisper to me; Be happy and don't regret yesterday. I will burst into tears at that moment.

I've heard too many praises and criticisms. I really don't think I care about right or wrong anymore, but why should I care about who I am in the eyes of others? You said to me gently: you should be free and easy, don't be too tired. I will burst into tears at that moment.

There have been too many opportunities and too many tiredness. I thought I would never have passion again, but why do I miss you so much at this moment? You said to me gently: I miss you, too, really. I will burst into tears at that moment. It is said that missing is really beautiful, because there are still people in this world who can make you miss. However, if you really miss it, waves of thoughts will come in, and there is nowhere to hide, which is inevitable. Only romantic tears. You are powerless to resist, just burying your thoughts in your deepest heart again and again.

Night, quiet and silent.

Rain falls in the form of a dream. ? My wet heart flew deep into the rainy night, then quietly turned back and wandered around the room. ....

Broadcast host's own manuscript 2

ring

On New Year's Eve, long bells resounded through the land of China. What kind of clock is this? Loud and pure, broad and profound. It originated from the heart of the years, swaying, shaking the earth and devouring mountains and rivers. The new year begins in this moving melody.

This long bell rang in the Temple of Heaven where the Shang and Zhou Dynasties sacrificed to heaven, in the ears of wanderers who stayed at night near Fengqiao, and in the hearts of generals who stationed troops on the battlefield, and now it oscillates year after year on the land of China. For thousands of years, this rhythm has been lingering.

Do you understand its call? It means that the years go by and the pace is in a hurry. Before the passing years, everyone should have no regrets. The rhythm is like a drum, urging people to a new journey.

Do you understand its sigh? It laments that some people in the world are insatiable, that some people are mediocre, that some people are cowardly, and that some people are wasting their time ... Do you understand its advice? It warns people to work hard, and it warns people to be broad-minded, far-sighted and ambitious.

Broadcast host's own manuscript 3

My south and north

Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north. My north and south are very close, so close to each other across the bank. My north and south are so far apart that I can't measure them with my feet.

The geese flew south and shortened the distance between north and south with their wings. Swallows come back, holding spring mud to express my warmth between the north and the south. In my south, Yue Opera and Huangmei Opera grow like rice and sugarcane. In northern China, Peking Opera and Shaanxi Opera are as strong as soybeans and sorghum. Taihu Lake, West Lake, Poyang Lake and Dongting Lake embody the charm and beauty of our south. The Yellow River, Weihe River, Mohe River and Tarim River show the roughness and magnificence of northern China.

My south is also the south of Li Yu and Liu Yong. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and a sadness like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, the pain that was frozen in the waning moon in Yang Liuan could only be the pain of southern talented people and beautiful women.

My north is also the north of Cen Can and Gaoshi. Smoke billowed and horses neighed. In the snow in August, the northern soldiers riding horses and drinking alcohol are approaching the battlefield of swords and shadows.

All the victories and losses finally disappeared in the wind under the Lengyue border. ...

I walked through Huangshan, Lushan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang, looking for my south. My south is hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao, oil-paper umbrella and fish scale tile. In the light and shadow of Qinhuai River, I stared at my south. In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south. In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! The grass grows and the warbler flies,

Small bridges and flowing water, apricot blossoms and spring rain.

I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain, Qilian Mountain and Himalayan Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in loess kilns, window paper, hot heatable adobe sleeping platform and yurts. In Yanmenguan, Shanhaiguan and Jiayuguan, my north and I are relatively speechless. I had a heart-to-heart talk with my north in the Great Plains, the Prairie and the Gobi Desert. In the background of camels and yaks, I accompany the horizon of my northern towards the distant. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, suona Wan Li.

Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north. From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, plucking many ups and downs and vicissitudes. In the sound of the piano in the southeast wind, my south rain hits the banana, and the lotus fragrance floats lightly, graceful and lingering. In the music of the northwest wind, the snow in my north floats on the wasteland, and the waist drum is deafening, dignified and far-reaching.

Ah! My south and north, my eternal hometown and paradise.

The broadcast host's own manuscript 4

great restoration

All ancestors

Gou Jian came to see you.

Face the ancestors

Gou Jian has four major crimes.

One of the evils

Overwhelming one's own strength with the power of a weak country against a strong country will ruin the life of the Lebanese people.

The second crime

The state-owned good people refused to listen to the advice and went their own way, sending Yue to a dead end.

This is the third crime.

In the face of Wu, you should kneel down and surrender, hiding shame and accepting humiliation.

The fourth sin is unforgivable, and it became the slave of Wu.

Ancestors

It was your blood and sweat that opened up this wilderness.

You have experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes of life and etiquette and music education.

It was only then that today's Yue State was formed.

We are unable to cross the country.

You made it stand in the forest of the strong.

How hard it is.

It's Gou Jian

Gou Jian shouldn't.

Ruined the great achievements of our ancestors.

Ancestors live in this world.

Yue's throne was seized by Gou Jian.

Because Gou Jian thinks

Only Gou Jian can enrich Qiang Bing.

Only Gou Jian can preserve the country's longevity.

but

The ancestors allowed Gou Jian to make a disrespectful remark.

What kind of Yue State did they leave to Gou Jian?

The glory of Yue has long been dim.

Our ancestors' desire for survival has long since ceased to exist.

Que Reste-t-il...

The rest is the luxury of the DPRK.

The rest is the shameless wave laughter in the harem.

What's even more frightening is that

In the face of strength, the whole country is sad and shirking.

therefore

What should Gou Jian do in the face of Wu's humiliation?

Gou Jian chose to resist.

Although after a desperate struggle

But it still sent Yue to a dead end.

Facing all this

Gou Jian should be beaten to pieces.

Make up for it with death. The ancestors made amends to the people of China.

but

Gou Jian doesn't want to die.

Gou Jian

Cann't die

It is not that Gou Jian is afraid of death.

Gou Jian is not greedy for life either.

Because Gou Jian is dissatisfied

That's definitely not what I meant .../Can I say that? ...

Must the weak be bullied by the strong?

Does the small have to be swallowed up by the big one?

Benevolence will be defeated by tyranny, and justice will be defeated by power?

Gou Jian

Rejection is the final result.

Today I swear to Gou Jian's ancestors.

As long as Gou Jian is alive

We must make Qiang Bing rich and save the Lebanese people from the quagmire.

Reverse the reversal of Gan Kun.

Let justice return to nature.

If Gou Jian can't fulfill this promise

Let Gou Jian cover his face with yellow sand and his bones are incomplete.

Gou Jian said goodbye here.