No matter what you do, the broadcast manuscript suitable for girls to recite needs constant practice, and so does the broadcast host. After mastering the method, you should keep practicing and constantly correct your pronunciation to make your voice more emotional. Here are some broadcast manuscripts suitable for girls to recite.
Broadcast manuscript suitable for girls to recite 1 grassland in the sky
In the vague memory of my childhood, I was born in a white yurt, and the smoke curled up.
Grassland is the blue when I sleep, my playmate when I play and my study.
Palace. The land that raised me, I regard it as my own, bathing in my river.
Ah, why are you always as pure as mother's milk?
The goshawk is in the sky, the black steed is flying at will, and there are a sea of people under the Pingdingshan.
Cattle and sheep, and you, my grassland in the sky, and your melodious pastoral songs accompany me to sleep every night.
Villages and towns I like riding horses and singing loudly. It's like going back to the legendary era. I
I am eager to become a surging wave like my grandparents, to travel around the world and see my grandfather's story.
The boundless ocean.
Now, I really left you, came to this strange place and disappeared from the yurt.
Without the pasture, I kept running for a small ideal in my heart. There was laughter.
There are tears, pride and discouragement. But, but I never regret it, because every time
When I dragged my tired body to sleep, I found your melodious pastoral music ringing in my ears again.
Ring; I found that my heart has been jumping on the green grassland. Like crystal.
In the clear river, I really find that the song is like a horn, and that heart keeps flowing.
Give me strength and hope!
Tengger Tower, the grassland in my sky, I didn't understand why my ancestors until now.
After all the hardships, I still want to come back to you. Why do I always feel that I am in a foreign land?
You've been expecting me!
Mongolian is the son of grassland, and the son of grassland is homesick.
Tengritala, my sky grassland, please listen to me. I am also the son of the grassland.
I am also the son of the grassland. Everything I do today is to be able to one day.
Come back to your side, wipe away the wrinkles on your face, drive away the raging storm for you, and let you
The old smile blooms again!
Wait for me, my grassland in the sky, my hometown of birth, my mother!
Broadcast manuscript suitable for girls to recite II. You are April day on earth-Lin Weiyin.
I said you were April,
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth.
A flowering tree Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
It's raining again. Soft and thin, some lingering, some melancholy. My heart is like this lingering rain, and there is an unspeakable loneliness. Who should I talk to? I don't know who to tell. Do you know I miss you in this rainy south of the Yangtze River? When I miss you, my heart is full of sadness. This gentle sadness, like a drizzle, floats in my heart.
Did you get a look at him? I walked gently into the long rain lane with the dream of acacia, holding an oil-paper umbrella and letting the sad thoughts like lilacs fall like raindrops.
Did you hear that? I called your name again and again in the rain, longing for your figure, coming to me from the rain and fog, walking with me in the rain and watching the rain dance with me.
Do you remember? Remember what you said in the misty rain of the broken bridge? You said: I'll pick you up when the apricot blossoms are flying in the south of the Yangtze River, using the most primitive ceremony in the south of the Yangtze River. I have been waiting for you this sentence, this promise, has been waiting for you.
You know, I'm waiting for you in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I have been waiting for you for too long, too long. I have been waiting for you in the spring in Jiangnan, from flowers to flowers. I have been waiting for you in Jiangnan Sizhu ... from Qingming to now; I once waited for you in the apricot blossom sky, flying from Dayanbei to Nanhui, Qiu Yan; I'm wearing my purple dress. I've been waiting for you, waiting for you to come as promised. But you never lived in the future, never lived in the future,
Have you ever seen my sad tears wet my purple clothes? Have you ever seen my thin body waiting for you in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River? Are you sick? Or was there a delay on the way? I knew you'd come. You'd come, right?
If you come, I will accompany you to visit Zhouzhuang, an ancient town in spring, play with the mirror of Taihu Lake in summer and listen to the bells of Hanshan Mountain in autumn.
In winter, I will accompany you to the broken bridge to see the residual snow. If you come, I will make a pot of tea for you, light a heart lamp and hold a good book, so that the flowers on your sleeve will fall on your eyebrows. If you come, I will warm a pot of moonlight wine for you with all kinds of feelings, and I will be soft-hearted with you, hand in hand with you.
I will wait for you in Jiangnan in the rain for the rest of my life. I dare not grow old without you.