About the radio broadcast script: Same time, different time and space.

xx, xx, meet with everyone at "Wenyuan Watch" (or other?), pick up the afterglow of Wednesday's sunset, chat together, laugh together, and appreciate the mood of ordinary life together.

(Music: Dido, Life for Rent) I don’t know why, but I like to listen to this song when I’m traveling.

This profound melody sometimes allows me to not think about anything. My head is as white as a newly created white paper. I look at the day, night and scenery flying outside the window without any intention of being moved by the scenery.

Sometimes, I can also let my head be filled with memories and turn into silhouettes of the past, describing in detail the stories that have been told or are still unfinished.

It’s been a long time since I left school.

What is surprising is that no matter whether I come back or leave, it is always on a rainy day, not a sunny day.

It’s not that I deliberately chose a rainy day to go out and create some poetic style, it’s entirely due to the lack of time.

Of course, there is also sentimentality.

The first time I left and went south to Shanghai, it was pouring rain, and the umbrella was of no use at all.

The suitcase's lever also slipped from my hand, causing raindrops to splash.

I was looking around on a strange street, trying to identify my sister's familiar face in the busy traffic, and I felt extremely embarrassed.

I remember the disappointment when I returned to Hefei for the first time for the graduation exam.

At night, outside the train platform, there were crowds of people greeting the China Expo representatives. No one greeted me, an ordinary person. At that time, I suddenly thought of the popular foreign hug group. Even a short hug from a stranger can bring joy to people.

Come to a fulfilling sense of happiness.

Hefei is so whitewashed and the streets with lights are almost unrecognizable. Maybe it’s because I’ve been away for a long time.

I couldn't remember whether it was bus 206 or 216 that went to Pearl Plaza. I sent a message to Peipei who was taking exams in Wuhu, and I found out that it was bus 226.

A person drags his luggage on the campus at night, walking in the drizzle with the sound of clattering. He is faced with the guessing expressions of the unfamiliar junior students.

I am not a returnee, just a passerby.

Back in Shanghai, the drizzle was falling heavily. I was dragging my luggage full of luggage along the streets with thousands of lights. Listening to completely unfamiliar words, I asked myself in surprise, where did so many things come from and let me leave?

courage?

It turns out that habits are so hard to change, I can’t even get back the jet lag.

(Music: Zhou Xun/Qi Qin "Outside") After finishing my postgraduate examination, I decided to integrate into society and start my own independent career.

When the results of the postgraduate examination came down, as expected, I failed and my score was far out of reach. Suzhou is still a city built in a dream and cannot be realized in reality.

It is elusive but just out of reach, which adds a bit of imagination and longing to people.

It seems that this is a general law of life, those untouchable scenery are always the most beautiful.

Unexpectedly, it was Xiaoxian who took her studies very seriously. For her, nothing had been glamorous in the past four years, except for the dream of Beijing.

However, this score cannot give her a status.

Although I was far away from her, I could feel her pain and sadness.

Peipei is looking forward to taking the exam next year and staying at home until her dream of further education is fulfilled in graffiti.

Suddenly I remembered Li Qingzhao's little poem: I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The postgraduate entrance examination is at this end and Jiangdong is at the other end. They are unwilling to cross Jiangdong.

Xiang Yu refused because he had the right time, place, and people, but they refused because they had self-esteem and dreams.

Besides graduate students, what else can we do?

We can still learn, as long as our dreams are not eroded... My roommates all like Fan Fan’s song called Initial Dream, which sings of hope after setbacks and bravery before success.

I suddenly remembered the movie "Cat and Mouse" starring Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio. This has nothing to do with the storyline. What comes to mind is just a story that Leonardo heard his father tell.

Story: Two mice fell into a bucket of fresh milk. One mouse was desperate and thought it was fate. As a result, he drowned. The other mouse was unwilling to give up and kept stirring. As a result, the milk was poured into the bucket.

A bucket of fresh milk was churned into butter.

Perhaps, when it comes to hopes and dreams, people will first think of the Kung Fu Panda named Bao. However, for most of us, life is not such a legend.

Some of those hopes, big and small, go with the wind and are no longer remembered; some are like lies, losing their meaning, and some turn into reality and experience happiness.

Hope is okay in good times, but what about in bad situations?

At least, we can work as hard as the second mouse in the milk bucket, cultivating the difficult soil, waiting for hope, and waiting for flowers to bloom.

(Music: Allan Taylor: Some Dreams) Before I could find a job, I worked part-time at a convenience store.

It's very peaceful when there are no customers.

The convenience store cooperates with music radio stations and broadcasts the Shanghai Music Channel 24 hours a day.