What is better to recite in a campaign announcer contest?

One: Don't be nervous on the spot. Try not to be timid.

If the teacher asks you something you don't know, be honest and say, "I'm sorry, I don't know much." If you are nervous and forget words or your voice is shaking, remember to tell your teacher

Sorry, I'm a little nervous. They will be considerate of you. Second:

Be polite. When you enter the door, you must smile, close the door, look at the judges with a smile, and then walk to the middle position, bow, and say: Hello judges.

Then do what is asked to do what you are asked to do. For example, if you are asked to sit down, thank you, and then sit down generously. Don't be inhibited.

Third, don't be too sideways in preparing a manuscript. What you think is new will not necessarily be appreciated, and it is relatively too dangerous. Exam safety comes first.

Do you think, if you're a judge, are you quick to accept what you've seen, or are you quick to accept something you've not been exposed to? Empathize with the judges. Try to find something that is popular and suitable for your voice conditions to practice, and you can find some relevant ** materials.

If you are a girl, you can find some works by Teacher Lin Ru, and boys can find some works by Teacher Qi Yue. Fourth: If there is a recitation of the designated manuscript, you must read it out of the taste (generally the test news), if you have a good memory, try to get out of the manuscript.

Be sure to keep your head up and communicate with people, even if you say a few words wrong. This is some of my experience when I was taking the professional interview, and I think it will help you to take the school announcer exam. If you need more professional content, such as an introduction to broadcasting, breathing control, oral control, the combination of emotion, voice and breath, etc., you can reply or leave me a message.

I'll try to help you if I can.

Recitation of articles, manuscripts, and poetry is also available.

Dear teachers and students:

Don't look at me small, I have a lot of advantages. I have a lively personality, cheerful, like to make friends with my peers, like to paint, do handicrafts. I love to read, and everyone praises me as a "little book lover".

The first thing I saw when I entered my room was a book. These books brought me great pleasure and gave me a colorful childhood. I followed the protagonist of the book, riding a goose around the world with Sier and Nils, then following Alice in Wonderland, and then frolicking with Rapunzel in the castle.

A book that captivates me like magic.

Because I love to read, my writing skills are also very good. In my spare time, I like to write a diary and compile small books, and my teachers often praise me. However, from today onwards, I will continue to work hard to get the article published as soon as possible.

I love radio very much. When I listen to the school's loudspeaker, I envy the big brothers and sisters who can bring beautiful sounds to the campus. I also really want to be a broadcaster and give everyone my wonderful side voice.

I believe I have the ability, please support me and let me realize this dream. Vote for me.

Dear teachers and students

In fact, standing on this podium was all a dream of mine when I was a child, because when I was very young, I was obsessed with listening to the radio, and I also decided to become an announcer when I grew up. So I've always asked myself to stick to Mandarin, even though my Mandarin isn't like I've learned.

But at least it's a good word!

And I've always paid more attention to literary cultivation, and then I gradually found out that I am tall, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do broadcasting.

So I thought about becoming an announcer at school, and I think it was a dream come true. So every new semester I will stand on such a podium to campaign, and I did it in my freshman year of high school, I think, the successful election of the school's broadcasting station station gave me more than just a chance, it made me more confident and more determined, and slowly, I know that the announcer is not as simple as imagined, not just a simple broadcast, but also have their own ideas and cooperate well with othersLater, on this basis, I began to serve as the secretary of the school's Youth League and was also responsible for some propaganda work, and in my sophomore year of high school, I won the second prize in the school's speech competition.

I think these experiences will be an asset for the rest of my life. And they'll also make me more comfortable with the microphone of future announcers!

It is true that this podium is not new to me, but I think it will be another starting point and opportunity for me in the future. I also hope that I can use my previous experience and new knowledge in the learning process in the future to do a better job as an announcer, and to do a better job in the school's broadcasting, and I also hope that teachers and classmates can give me this opportunity! Thank you!

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of lilacs, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, and she complains and hesitates.

She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me, walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

With a breath-like gaze, she floated like a dream.

It's like a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, beside me, floated past the girl;

She quietly went away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

The beautiful and vast Horqin steppe, in the sorrow and indignation of the Matouqin, tells a heroic story——— eternal Gadamerin!

As much love as you have, you can have as many poor herdsman brothers as you have, and as many fathers and villagers as you have on the grassland. The golden sunlight sprinkled the entire savannah, and the galloping horses were like the waves of the Xilamulun River. The west wind is blowing, and the flag is fierce.

O brother with a quiver at his waist, drink the liquor from the pot and raise the anger in his heart. On the beautiful Horqin grassland, a fiery red peony flower is so bright and beautiful.

The heroic Gadamerin, the fierce Gadamerin, you fight for freedom and suffering, and sing for the spring breeze and autumn rain on the grassland. The blood of heroes is inexhaustible and inexhaustible. There are as many white clouds in the sky as there are white sheep on the grassland.

Hometown, how many heroic sons and daughters have been born in your never-sinking lamp and never-decaying yurt. How many generations of herders have carried the hope of freedom with iron horses and curved bows? In the dreamland, the sound of the piano was like crying, and the high-flying eagle could not be hovered.

How much fragrant wine is to pay tribute to the heroic Gadamerin.

Gadamerin, Gadamerin! Tears are the flame of hatred, and sorrow is a heroic feeling. The suffering herdsman brothers, go forward one after another, and be a hero if you want to do it, Gadamerin, defend your hometown and the grassland!

A thousand years ago, a hundred years later, the story of heroes lives on! The same heroism, justice and bravery, like the green grass in the sky, like the blooming flowers, set off a boundless wind on the grassland!

Gadamerin, a hero's story.

Gadamerin, a permanent legend.

It's a long time, it's over. If there is a world, why should I be alone? Wow, in the past, no one could help the orchids, but the flowers fell.

hateful did not look up to the sky and sighed: "That is, if you are born, how can I be born." Alack!

A person walks long under the moon, and the moon shines in the shadows. Already, sigh the withered rain and remnant willows, the remnants of willow leaves fluttering, and have not slept for a long time. I said:

If you are not buried, you will forget. If there are nine springs, may I sleep forever".

You have to host the game yourself, and others want to think about it. I fainted.

Do it yourself.

Record first, then speed up.