About finding a self prepared manuscript for the broadcast host!!

The song of the song that floats through my life. That's what I use, it's not bad.

The snow was like a goose feather in the military salute, flying in the silver sky, the sky was heavy, the wind was heavy, and the snow was heavy.

A Red Army contingent led by the commander himself broke through the encirclement and interception of the rain of bullets and bullets, and marched with difficulty in the vast wind and snow. The temperature dropped to more than 30 degrees below zero, and in this piece of wind and snow that reduced warmth and hope to a minimum, I saw the red cockade, like a sparkling beating, beating...

Suddenly, the line stopped. Someone shouted:

Someone in front of you froze to death! ”

The commander was shocked and hurried forward.

Under a tall pine tree, a warrior sat motionless in a nest of snow with his back to the trunk, holding a half-cut cigarette rolled from leaves in his left hand, carefully placed on his chest, as if he was still longing for the warmth of a cigarette in the coldest moment. He held a small paper bag in his right hand, and a smile that had cooled down on his face.

The commander held back the grief in his heart and opened the paper bag, and a small red pepper jumped into the commander's eyes. Is this chili? No, in the coldest moment, this is warmth, this is hope, this is life!

The commander's eyes moistened, and he gently brushed the snow off the soldier's shoulders with a trembling hand. Suddenly, he was amazed to find that the warrior was dressed in such a thin shape, as thin as a piece of paper wrapped around his thin body.

What about padded clothes? Why didn't you give him a cotton coat! ”

The commander was furious, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly

Find me the Quartermaster! ”

The guard stared blankly at the commander and was stunned.

Find me the Quartermaster! ”

Not a single person in the group moved.

Find me the Quartermaster! ”

The guard couldn't hold back any longer and said:

Report to the Commander, he is the newly appointed Quartermaster...

The commander was stunned, he looked at the statueque quartermaster, tears couldn't help but flow, he used the few matches he had, slowly lit half of the cigarette in the quartermaster's hand, and raised the red pepper high above his head, like raising a torch, shining on the future. Then, Xiang Quartermaster slowly raised his right hand, and then one after another, his right hand was slowly raised, raised...

The wind howled, and the snow flew, like a tragic lament, echoed over the snow for a long time.

"Believe in the Future".

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth When the smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew When my flowers nestle in other people's feelings I still stubbornly use the frosty withered vines to write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future I want to use my fingers to wave the waves that rush to the sky I want to use the sea that holds the sun in the palm of my hand The warm and beautiful pen that sways the dawn Write with the child's pen:

Believe in the future The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of the people in the future She has the eyelashes to sweep away the dust of history She has the pupil to see through the chapters of the years No matter how people look at our rotten flesh and skin, those lost melancholy, the pain of defeat Whether they send touching tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles, bitter ridicule I firmly believe that people will give a warm, objective, and fair evaluation of our backbone, the countless explorations, losses, failures, and successes Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation Friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the youth who defeated death, believe in the future, and love life.

This poem was written by me when I was taking the radio hosting exam, and I achieved very good results. Hope it helps. You can also listen to a snippet of a celebrity's recitation online.

If you are looking for original, different from others, you can find it in the broadcasting and hosting training class of Nanjing 90 Education Center, and there are many manuscripts in the textbooks of 90 Education.

I am proud, I am Chinese.

"Father's Suicide Note" - Anonymous.

Lovely daughter:

Dad has played hide and seek with you many times, and each time you have been found out at once.

But this time, Dad decided to hide for a long, long time.

Don't look for it first, wait until you're fourteen years old (and have to eat ten birthday cakes), and then ask your mother, Dad is hiding in **, okay?

Dad is going to hide for so long, you're going to miss Dad, right?

However, Dad can't just run out, or he'll lose.

If you still miss your dad so much, your dad will magically appear.

Because it's magic, it doesn't really appear, so if you don't foul, Dad doesn't lose.

Daddy's magic is: while you are sleeping, run into your dreams and play games; When you're drawing your dad, it doesn't matter if it's good or not. If you think it's a dad, it's a dad; When you look at your dad's **, dad is also secretly watching you ......Remember, Dad is always there for you!

You're already a four-year-old big sister.

Dad wants to ask you one thing, to take care of and be filial to your grandfather, grandmother and mother, to see if you are doing better than Dad before? How good, mom will tell you.

Dad guessed that it would take us a long time to play hide and seek this time, and sometimes grandpa, grandma and mom couldn't see Dad, and they would definitely cry secretly.

Crying is a foul, it is a failure.

If they cry secretly, you have to make them laugh, otherwise they will cry even more after some losses.

Okay, baby? We are from the same country, come to the competition to see if you are good, or is Dad good?

You ready? The game is about to begin.