Art is inseparable from feelings, and broadcasting art is also inseparable from feelings. So what are the beautiful prose suitable for broadcasting? Below I will bring you a selection of beautiful prose suitable for broadcasting. I hope it will be useful to you.
"Hurry"
The swallows have gone, but there will be a time to come again; the willows have withered, but there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms have faded, but there is a time to bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now?
I don’t know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel dizzy and burst into tears.
Even though what has gone has gone, and what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut. The sun has legs, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly. Thus - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and fly past my feet in his agile way. Went. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is nothing but wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the more than eight thousand days of hurrying, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain?
You smart man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? "My World, You Have Been Here"
My World, You Have Been Here before, it turns out that two people who love each other can only be passers-by in each other's lives. You have gone far and taken away too many memories. From now on, there is no happiness, and the mood begins to feel endlessly desolate.
In the journey of life, one cannot live without friends, but can friends last forever? Not everyone can answer this question with certainty. And can friends on the Internet last forever? There is no clear answer.
Not everyone you pass by will know a friend, and not everyone you know will make you care. At least we didn't miss it in this life, somewhere, when we turned around. When our eyes looked at each other, we found the fate of love in our eyes. It’s really not easy to meet you in the vast sea of ????the Internet. Thank God for giving us the fate to meet and fall in love.
I bring you happiness and happiness. I once made you anxious and helpless, and you once made me wait and expect. There was a time when we all forgot ourselves and experienced the feeling of heartbeat and lingering love. Love may not always have beautiful memories, and memories may not always be unforgettable.
Maybe we can’t grow old together, so let me bless you here. Because you have become a concern that I can never let go of in this life. Some more thoughts and concerns may not bring back the days of having you.
Maybe this is the feeling of losing the person you love most. It turns out that loving you is as difficult as giving up. Maybe your words of "I love you" are still the most sincere for me. You really loved me, and I am the happiest. Even if I can't reach the end of the world with you, my heart will still care about you. I will pray and bless you forever, may you be safe and happy! "Light Scent of Flowers"
That day, when the four of us stopped on the mountain road, it turned out that we just wanted to observe the group of black people up close. As for the flying birds, unexpectedly, after getting out of the car, I found that wild lilies were blooming on this high and cool mountain.
The mountain is very high and cool. It is dusk, and moist clouds and mist are swimming around us, carrying a faint fragrance. All of these are exactly the same. Even though so many years have passed, why do I feel exactly the same in my heart? I couldn’t wait to tell my friends who were traveling with me that what I saw in front of me was very similar to a dusk when I was 18 years old. The same gray-green dusk, the same moist and cool clouds, and the same lilies blooming all over the mountain. ;Who says time can’t be returned? Who said the world is full of changing things? Who says I can't reconnect with the beauty I missed?
I was almost incoherent, and my friends probably caught on to my excitement. Chen began to climb down the cliff and picked them one by one for me in the deep grass. Song Ye picked up his camera and took pictures one by one. While I was worried about the steepness of the cliff, I secretly hoped to pick a few more flowers. Sure enough, Chen was a friend who knew my heart well. He picked a large handful for me and handed it to me with a smile.
When I held Lily in my arms, I felt an indescribable joy and satisfaction. How many times in your life can you hold a bouquet of fragrant and white lilies in your arms on a high, cool mountain?
However, life may be like this. Whether it is joy or sadness, it is always worth a serious visit. I think this is how life should be.
And all this is thanks to my friends. So, you said I love flowers? What I love is actually the feeling of cherishment and gratitude that comes with the fragrance of flowers.
I really love this world. What I have always wondered is, why is this world so kind to me? Why are my friends so partial and indulgent to me? Why is there always a faint floral fragrance as I walk forward? Sometimes in a trance, sometimes clearly, but always refusing to leave for a long time?
I have so many good friends accompanying me on this journey. Tell me, how could I not wish that this journey could be longer? It is because of this that I started to worry and be afraid. In my happiness and joy, there is always a hint of sadness, just like the faint fragrance of flowers that comes with the wind.
The above is a beautiful prose suitable for broadcasting and recitation that I have compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you.