Broadcast transcript of the Games to relay athletes

The baton has been passed on to your self-confidence;

The baton has brought you tacit understanding;

The baton conveys your belief in victory;

The baton has been passed from your hands to your souls.

To relay athletes.

This is a wooden stick of the same kind.

The contrast between red and white depicts their fairness and fortitude.

It's in your hands

In the hands of our relay athletes.

Cold turns into passion, and fortitude melts into softness.

Today we hold it and run on the field, and tomorrow we will be with it.

Embark on the journey of the Model Olympics.

A small wooden stick that connects unity and friendship.

A small wooden stick conveys courage and strength.

A small wooden stick is a deducer of struggle and hard work.

Students who exercise in the school's radio station will do a good job of broadcasting in advance before broadcasting, and a good radio script will have a better broadcast effect, so how to write a good radio script? The following is a transcript of the broadcast to athletes that I have compiled for reference only, and I hope it can help you.

To the athletes. I don't know who it is.

I don't know who it is. Lightning flew over the runway.

Rush to the finish line; I don't know who it is.

Draw a beautiful parabola.

Drifting far away; I don't know who it is.

Jump high from flat ground.

fly over the crossbar; I don't know who it is.

Strive to throw out the seeds of hope.

Fly into the distance; No matter who it is.

All show us.

The demeanor of contemporary primary school students.

You are confused, you are helpless.

You've regretted your choice, but you've lived up to our expectations of you, and lo and behold, aren't you running on the runway right now?

One, two, three, ......

You're not just challenging your opponents, you're terrifying yourself to overcome yourself, and you have no complaints about that.

We admire you, and even pinch a cold sweat for you, but when you take the last step, it really shocks us a little bit.

Athletes – the most beautiful people.

You are the grandeur of the field, and the dynamic interpretation of life with strength and beauty is realized.

You are the driving force of the times, supporting the backbone of the arena with a lean and strong body.

You are the representative of nature, and you exalt the brilliance of youth with natural and pure strength.

Athletes! You are our pride!

Constantly surpassing yourself is your motto; Fighting for the honor of the class is your motivation; ......

Run! Athletes!

Fly over the obstacles and thorns and sweep through the difficult jungle.

The white clouds flinch in shame for your struggle, and the sun spreads over the earth because of your vitality.

Step on the morning dew and usher in the morning light.

At this moment, you once again set foot on this familiar runway, looking back on the past, how many days and nights, you greeted the dawn in the morning dew, and sent the sunset away in the warm wind.

The vigorous posture is reflected in the red and white, like a horse galloping across the sunset.

Uninhibited. Wild horse.

A perfect picture, a blend of scenes.

It's like you've put on wings that leap over the horizon, tracking meteors and disappearing without a trace.

Or crash into pieces, or shoot into the sky.

Why can you rush out of the way?

Why can you do it without hesitation?

Is it because of your hereditary blood-surging nature, or because you have put courage on the scales and held up the whole world on the other side.

You have an agreement with the red ground, and there is always a figure of you running on it;

You have a pact with the green lawn, which is soaked in the sweat of your hard work.

You have a pact with us that you will win, and you will win.

Shots rang out. Four hundred meters.

Nine seconds but centuries apart.

You shout and run.

Take it in stride. Across the centuries.