A distant sound
I accidentally caught a glimpse of the radio in the corner of the drawer when I was rummaging through the drawer last night. It seems to have been there for a long time. This is for the English listening test. After the test, it will retreat to the second line as if it had completed its mission, and lie there quietly, silent, complaining and of course not angry. But it's been useless for a long time.
A touch in my heart, I turned on the radio, put earplugs into my ears, and the familiar voice echoed in my ears. The soft and sweet voice of the female anchor, the rich and mellow voice of the male anchor, the harsh advertising sound and the melodious music sound have attracted me into this colorful world. .
Later, many things appeared one after another, including color TV sets, MP3 toys and high-tech products such as computers. So the yellow mango-shaped walkman slowly faded out of my sight. It is an indisputable fact that fewer and fewer people are listening to the radio now. If time goes back to twenty or thirty years ago, radio can be said to be a very rare thing. A family can have a radio to listen to the radio every day, that is the petty bourgeoisie life of that era. The announcer's sweet voice is like a spring breeze, which blows away all the fatigue of people who have worked hard for a day.
This is a distant voice, but unforgettable. When you turn on the radio and hear the beautiful sound and familiar melody, who can resist its temptation? No, because this is our inner sadness and the voice of this society and this city.