I need an original copy of the radio script, and I need a touching manuscript to bring by myself

In fact, when the host of a radio station is on the show, in addition to the content of the articles that need to be read, many other words are improvised.

The so-called prepared program script refers to these content manuscripts, not what you say in the program, and what you say in the whole program is all read according to the script, and the program is not interesting.

You can prepare some relevant information before the last show, if it is **show, find a singer and**related information.

Write an outline on paper or on the computer, and write down some important words and questions in advance in the program, so as to remind yourself during the live broadcast or recording, so that you know what to expect.

The so-called program draft of the traditional radio host is only for review, and has little to do with the program, as long as the theme content is the same as the program draft submitted for review during the live broadcast.

What type of ah do you want?

Host the manuscript? Or a press release?

The host manuscript is different! It's adjusted to the needs of the show!

For example: ** program: In addition to introducing the singer, there are also his new works or masterpieces. There is also a professional personal interview with the singer at the same time!

There are also more impromptu programs: the main thing is to communicate with each other, dialogue! But there's a theme for every issue! Listeners can text, type, and interact according to their ideas!

The news has to broadcast the current information! There's documentary news! But in general, there is the intervention of simultaneous sounds!!

Bring your own manuscript:

Touching in the wings of a butterfly.

After a heavy rain, the weather was much cooler. I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air after the heavy rain. Just after standing for a while, a friend called ** and invited me to go for a walk in the wild after the rain, and I happily agreed.

Then he sorted out his troubled thoughts, pushed the door and walked out.

The road after the rain was very muddy, I didn't take a few steps, my feet were full of mud, and my shoes fell off several times. We simply took off our shoes, carried them in our hands, and trekked on muddy roads. As he walked, his friends suddenly let out an "oops" and bent down to look at something.

When I looked closer, it turned out to be a butterfly that had been wet from the heavy rain, and one of its wings had been trampled in the mud by a friend's foot.

It was a pure black butterfly, with black antennae, a black head, and shiny black wings. Heavy rain is a disaster for butterflies. Picking up speed, little by little, the wing slowly pulled out of the mud.

The miracle finally happened, and the moment the wings were withdrawn, it flew high into the sky, into the blue sky, and into the free space that belonged to it.

My heart was deeply shaken in an instant. What is the belief of a weak creature that can make such a touching act in its life, in times of crisis? What is it pursuing?

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't find any exact answer. Suddenly, the butterfly's wings that have been fluttering in front of me appeared, isn't this the best answer?

During that hot summer day, not a single butterfly was ever seen again. But in the depths of my soul there is an inexplicable impulse and enthusiasm that pushes me to study and work selflessly, and to fill my life with endless fun. I know very well that this dedication, this enthusiasm, is all from the wounded butterfly, from the butterfly's wings forever moved.

It's neat, but it's not deep.

In fact, I don't think it has to be a one-on-one travel manuscript. As long as there is a good manuscript. Then divide which one is who said it. Then dismantle the hall and connect the words of the royal stool.

Hope you have the best of luck