Broadcast script girls recited

Girls recited broadcast scripts

Girls recited broadcast scripts. Some girls had very nice voices, so the future path was in broadcasting. The broadcast host needs to have an accurate understanding of the broadcast manuscript so that he can read it aloud with very good results. So next I will share some content about the broadcast script of girls reciting, I hope it can help everyone! Broadcast Manuscript Girls Recitation 1

"Whispers of April"

It is another April with bright spring scenery, another April with vitality, and another April with prosperity. . April is a colorful and brilliant sun and moon, a sun and moon as deep as the sea in spring. April is the season when ideals are released and hopes are sown. It is a golden time that is as poetic as picturesque and as melodious as songs.

When I was a child, it was April when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. Facing a spring with beautiful mountains and clear waters, colorful purples and reds, and everything is renewed. Unbearable joy rose in my heart. Whether it is the azaleas that fill the mountains and plains in my hometown, or the majestic green mountains, and the gurgling clear water, to me they are all waves of warmth, all kinds of love, and calls - an irresistible temptation. So I would go out of the house again and again, release myself into nature, and let myself be lost in every spring.

With the passage of time and the passage of time, the innocence of childhood and the romance of youth have long been replaced by many false desires and the confusion of gains and losses in life. So I will sigh at this gorgeous spring and the short and volatile April, "the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year." Yes! Spring is infinitely good, and beauty grows old in a blink of an eye. It is not only the once fresh and delicate face that has aged, but also a passionate and uplifting heart. The sense of urgency that time flies by is just like the waves of spring that flow through my heart like a tide every year.

Isn’t it? No matter how much you like spring or how obsessed you are with April, it will gradually go away. Just like the youth you once loved, it will betray you ruthlessly. Do you complain? Can you complain? For those springs that once warmed you and the youth that once brightened you. Not only will you have no regrets, but you will also be filled with gratitude and nostalgia. They will become fragrant petals that will always warm your memory and shine in your heart!

Now, when I once again face the fleeting April and the spring that is about to go away, I can only Keep them affectionately. Quietly say to them, April, please go slower. I don’t want to say goodbye to you in spring. I will wait for you next year, I will wait for you forever, and I will wait for you to write and perform the story of every spring in my life together. The meaning of it is that there will be no regrets! Broadcast Manuscript Girls Recital 2

Some things cannot be judged right or wrong

Some things happen, but there are no reasons

Facing When we go out in bright sunshine, the sky is so blue that it makes people feel relaxed and happy. The clear parabola of the mountain is charming and connected to the blue sky without any burden.

I saw you coming from behind the low house.

If you look towards me, you will see me running towards you on the stone road, but you keep your head down. This puzzles me. We parted last night, but you were still so lingering, saying: We built a bridge - you are in my dream; I am in your dream! Could it be that the bridge was crushed by the heavy night? You The dream has no channel and has lost me? Even so, what are you afraid of? When you see me, you can show no joy, or you can have a sad face, run to me and say: It’s so scary, or you can say: I’m so worried!

Tell me! I will tell you: it is just a dream. We are realistic!

But your behavior hurts my emotions.

But I have a reason to say that I didn’t see you, because there was a vague tree blocking it.

Suppose again, you remember your warmth last night, the rose-colored future you described, and you kissed me and insisted on me saying those three words. You say: How many times you say it, I will be sweet to you. She can't escape from my heart, and the taste is getting stronger and stronger...

In fact, you only need to take ten quick steps, and when I run past the round altar full of tender yellow plants, we will meet.

When I ran past, I felt like we were ten steps apart.

Why? You want me to wait for you?

My proud heart swelled. I held my chest high and ran past without looking back.

The square has a north-south runway paved with rectangular stone slabs. In the middle, there are high and low coniferous pines or unknown piles of neatly trimmed shrubs. When I turned the corner, I couldn't help but think. Pretending to look back inadvertently, I looked at you, but I couldn’t see you anymore.

Since I was in front of you, of course you saw me.

If you walk in the opposite direction, we will meet in the center of the square.

Last night, you cuddled up to me and murmured: Look, the sky is so blue! There are charming stars; the sea is so green! There are white sails for sailing.

There seem to be many beautiful stories where the sea and the sky are on the line... I know that the sky is not blue and the sea is not green, but you are completely immersed in that hallucinatory and wonderful state. I feel that you are gradually going to sleep. go.

However, when I turned around, I saw you walking slowly north.

Can I not be upset?

Is the sky in your heart filled with melancholy clouds overnight? Nameless waves rise in your heart? There is no longer a single place in the distance. Forest, but a desert?

I hate your indifference.

Don't try to test me!

It was as if my soul made the decision for me from high in the sky:

So I turned from the path behind the dwarf pine. The road leading to the hill. I disappeared into the crisp green of the morning.

Actually, I am thinking about you and how well you have planted. I miss your innocent and serious manner; I miss your childish sophistication; I miss your silly soft words; I miss your smile from time to time and the way you look sad for no reason; I miss your devotion when you sing softly for me; I miss you. I once stood on the highest point of this mountain and shouted with some naughtiness and exaggeration: I am here! I miss you and write me a letter saying: We are two clouds that merged into one after collision! We are spiritual objects and shadows! I miss you... Think about the state of your heart at this time.

The pavilion on the top of the mountain meditates peacefully in the sunshine.

A pair of birds chased me and swooped in your direction. Since it is the first month of the lunar calendar, there will be no silver transparent crescent moon hanging in the western sky.

My arrogant heart began to waver, and then I ruthlessly criticized my willfulness. Some Christians became uneasy because of their pious repentance.

There was a beautiful girl doing calisthenics not far across from me, but her eyes were staring at me, as if she wanted to dissect my soul.

So I decided to go back.

At this time, the sky changed, and gray clouds from nowhere gradually closed the sky. The wind is slightly cool.

On my way back, I saw you standing under a maple tree very melancholy from a distance.

I have no reason to ignore you. I'm walking towards you.

The blue sky emerged from the clouds, and the sun happened to be there. I felt sunny and warm. Broadcast script girls recitation 3

"A Touch of Profundity"

Poria cocos sandwiched with cakes and preserved fruits.

A friend came back from a long vacation in Beijing and brought these two things to me. I glanced at them and waved my hands, saying that I didn’t want to eat them.

Because I grew up eating these two things. If I add sorghum glutinous rice, dried shrimps and crackers, I can basically support half of my childhood.

When I was a child, my father often traveled on business, and the place he went to most often was Beijing. Basically, he stayed in Beijing for a long time and went home as a tourist. Every time he comes home, he brings me food or clothes and shoes. Therefore, I have been wearing famous brands since I was a child, but when I grow up and make money, I can never afford to buy clothes. Among the foods, preserved fruit and poria pancake are two indispensable items. I once devoured them and became obsessed with them. This is due to the guidance of my dear father. He always said, eat, eat, eat, and your brain will grow smarter than others. My fat father should be considered the number one culprit.

I just don’t know why. After all these years, I always feel that Poria Cake is unauthentic and unauthentic when I see it. When I see the preserved fruit, my tongue feels astringent, and I almost can’t help it at all. have eaten.

Sorghum glutinous rice has always disappointed me, because every time I get a new one, I am so excited that I quickly peel off a piece and put it in my mouth to hold it soft, then spit it into my hand and keep pinching and pulling it. I squeezed it, hoping that it would be the kind of magical candy in TV commercials, but every time I couldn't pull it out for a few centimeters before it broke. The whole candy bar was already sticky to my little hands, so I threw it away in disgust. That childish frustration is still unforgettable. After I started working, I developed the leisure habit of going to the supermarket. Every time I saw the bright yellow paper shells with a sorghum tree on them and packaged sorghum candy, I felt secretly happy for a while, as if a child who had done something bad had bumped into an eyewitness. Fortunately, the witness turned into a good-looking mute, so he looked at it more often, and every time he looked at it, he felt a new sense of joy. After all, after all these years, the packaging has not changed.

There are many ways to eat shrimps. You can eat them directly. The cold steamed buns have a big crack in the middle, and a small handful of shrimps are sprinkled in evenly, as if butterflies are flying in a grand canyon. After school, This is how to deal with the hunger at the end. It can also be fried and eaten. It is even more precious when it is served in a small plate and placed on a big round table. At this time, dad still said, eat, eat, eat to grow your brain. Later, my head really grew bigger than most of my peers, and I no longer had the conditions for a young lady to have a variety of hairstyles. I suspected that I ate too much shrimps when I was a child, so that now I always feel helpless and overwhelmed when I see shrimps. . I want to eat, I like to eat, I don’t dare to eat, and I don’t want to not eat. When I encounter this situation, I just want to call my dad. What do you want me to do?

I don’t want to say more about the cookie, but it is actually the sandwich biscuit today. I guess I ate too much when I was a kid, and now I won’t even eat chocolate with the word “gram” in it.

When I was a child, these eating times accompanied my physical and spiritual growth. In this way, it expands from one thing and associates it with many pictures or scenes, which flash and float one by one, and are connected together into a growth movie with my name tag on it.

You see, life is just flowing water and never goes back. Even if it flows thinner and thinner until it dries up, the direction remains unchanged, and it is more stubborn than us people. That is to say, in this process of flowing, the tidal flats of memory are washed over and over again, some are washed flat, and some still have fresh wrinkles after many years.