Prose: Years by the Old-fashioned Radio-

"Kid, trumpet began to broadcast! Dadada, dadada, dadada! " I believe all my friends of the same age had the experience of listening to "trumpet" on the old radio when they were children. Accompanied by the beat of "dadada", there came a beautiful children's voice with milk. "I'm a little jingle, work is very busy. When the children wrote to me, I picked up the pipe and opened the mailbox for the trumpet! " Every afternoon around four o'clock, the trumpet starts broadcasting on time, where many beautiful dreams are recorded and how many pleasant childhood happiness are stored!

At that time, there was no stereo, TV and computer, but every household generally had a radio, which was often the most important and commonly used item in a family: it was a window to the outside world, a tool for leisure and entertainment, and also the reason why the family atmosphere was full of vitality. People listen to news, music, weather forecast and series reports through it. ...

My radio is like a little black box. There are two knobs in the front, one for volume adjustment and the other for frequency adjustment. There is a small box with batteries in the back, which is light and convenient and can be taken and put at will. People can take it anywhere. My home is usually placed on the bar in the hall. Sometimes my mother puts it in the kitchen when cooking and in the yard when washing clothes. CCTV and anhui tv are the most frequently listened to, and these two stations are the clearest. Other local stations sound "squeaky" and are often transmitted.

At that time, children's favorite programs were children's programs, and adults' favorite programs were news and weather forecasts, as well as novel and continuous radio programs that both adults and children loved to listen to. The most memorable one is Liu Lanfang's long ballad "Biography of Yue Fei". Liu Lanfang has a loud voice, full of domineering, bold and capable, ups and downs in the sonorous rhythm, and the story of Yue Jiajun's loyalty to the country has fascinated many listeners. This program made millions of people fall in love with storytelling, Liu Lanfang and the Yue family for three generations. The broadcast time of Yue Fei Biography is six o'clock every night. Maybe at that time, people all over the country thought that the fastest time for the earth to turn was from 6: 00 to 6: 30 every day. In order to listen to Yue Fei's biography quietly, dinner at home is finished before six o'clock, and then the whole family sits in the room, even the announcers at the beginning and end can't bear to miss the program. Listening to Yue Fei's biography at home is definitely quieter than when we are in class. At that time, no one would visit at home, and every household was listening. I think maybe up to today, no program can reach that level, including the Spring Festival Evening with the highest ratings.

I remember I often put the radio on the table and do my homework while listening. People say you can't do two things at once. I was doing two things at that time, and I didn't feel any conflict between listening and writing. My favorite programs are singing and radio dramas. Many songs I learned to sing are still fresh in my memory. That was when I studied Huangmei's Hong Hushui Waves. Listening to radio dramas is just like watching TV dramas now, and you are fascinated. I have heard Gadamer many times, and the heroic image of this grassland is deeply imprinted in my memory. And the story of Liu Ling may have been lost in the art world for a long time. No one mentioned it, but I will never forget it. The story of Liu Ling, a disabled girl, struggling with her fate once inspired me deeply. "Looking at the twinkling stars at night quietly, my mood is connected with a beautiful life. forget the sorrow is sad and dedicated his youth to the motherland." Liu Ling Jr.' s songs have traveled through time and space for 30 years and still ring in my ears. Beautiful melody and positive lyrics are unforgettable.

Summer night, summer vacation, not in a hurry to sleep, sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool, CCTV Anhui, Goodby have heard. At eleven o'clock in the evening, a familiar voice on the radio told me: "Anhui People's Broadcasting Station, today's broadcast is over, comrades, goodbye!" But I don't want to say goodbye. I haven't heard enough. I don't have the heart to turn it off. Hey! That's great! Sometimes after the whole day's broadcast, wonderful music will be played on the radio. At this time, the announcer stopped reporting the program and just played some popular songs at that time. At that time, the most unforgettable song was Su Xiaoming's song, including a "Path in the Woods": "Only we can slowly measure the length of the path in the Woods, and the moon is high in the sky, watching us quietly. On this path in the forest, my heart will always be the same as yours. May this forest path stretch silently into the distance. " How can you forget that in the years of "Seeds of Love", in the softest and most sentimental night in my heart, I was bathed in the cool summer breeze and listened to this tactfully moving song, and my heart was always soft. Su Xiaoming's voice is deep, euphemistic and elegant, which is most suitable for listening at night. I was surrounded by this clean and magnetic voice, and I still didn't come out from youth to middle age. Until now, this song is still hovering somewhere in my heart.

Memory is like a door, as long as you open a gap, many things will rush out from the depths of the fleeting time. Stories from old radios gather full of ripples and spread out carefully. I can't forget my childhood surrounded by trumpet, weather forecast, serial novels, singing teaching, radio drama and 900 sentences in English. Everything in the past is a beautiful memory, and everything in the past is wealth! In our short and long life, there will be many things to accompany us. Childhood and adolescence are archived in the warehouse of memory together with old-fashioned radios. I always want to take them out to have a look when I am free. The more we watch, the more we love them. The more we look at them, the more we give up the old days when we don't want to rust