Dream, set sail, the road of life
If you can compare your dream to a city, it is indestructible. Then it can also become a long-distance ship, sailing to the other side of success under the call of dreams.
On the long road of life, I will explore up and down, astronomy and geography, poetry and songs. All of them reflect his philosophical thoughts. Zhang Heng brought people into a wonderful world with a seismograph. Look at the gold rush in Kyle's "Polo East", Li Bai's pride in drinking to drown his sorrows, and Tao Qian's lofty realm of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence. Only in this way can we see the unusual life path they are pursuing. Although they eventually lived in seclusion, they left a lasting reputation.
The road of life depends on what choices you make. Others said: 360 lines, each line is the best. Indeed, on the way to our dreams, we began to set sail. On the way of sailing, even if there is a storm ahead, we still think it is a light rain; Even if there is an abyss in front of us, we will make it Ma Pingchuan; Even if there is a biting cold wind ahead, we will make it a spring breeze, he promised. Once you choose the path of life, you must act, and you will get flowers and applause at the expense of action, sweat and dedication.
An unremarkable fine sand by the sea has become a shining pearl after time polishing and carving, but no one will see its efforts, but at the moment of success, it will think that it is all worthwhile.
On the way to dream, we have worked hard and paid, and have no regrets.
At the moment when we set sail, we packed our bags, stepped into towards the distant with perseverance and ran to our dreams.
In the journey of life, since I am willing to choose a distant place, I can only leave the world with my back.
Dream, set sail, life road, come on! We are moving forward.
Dreams are for realization.
Dreams are for realization, not after meals.
When I was in the second grade, I had a mini radio. From then on, the sound from that little blue radio became my warmest companion when I was studying.
When I wake up every day, I will open it for the first time and connect with the world with sound. At that time, the internet was not popular, and academic restrictions did not allow us to stay in front of the TV. Therefore, the best way to listen to music is through those music stations, in addition to buying a few tapes with only pocket money. The radio is on all day, and I wake up or fall asleep in the sound it makes. It seems that no matter what sound is played through this small machine, it has a special taste, sweet and beautiful. I began to get into the habit of listening to fixed FM, and gradually remembered the voices of many anchors, as familiar as conscious old friends for many years.
There is a normal self-study class the next day. I plugged in my headphones. I put one of the headphones through the cuff to the neckline, and then put it in my ear to listen secretly. Fm97.4' s song-ordering program has been broadcasting English songs, and Li Han, the host, occasionally speaks a few words with a gentle and moving voice. The fan creaked overhead, and everyone around him was immersed in his homework. All this is an ordinary picture, but it turns the voice in his ear into an unavoidable temptation.
At that moment, there was only one motive in my mind: if only I were the one sitting at the other end of the radio wave.
When brushing my teeth in the mirror at night, I looked at the ordinary middle school student who was nearsighted and wore a ponytail and disappeared after being put into the crowd, and smiled slightly. I, like most fifteen-year-old girls, go to school by bike every day, and I am not sure about the future. However, the music teacher always likes me to lead the singer, and the strange girl who asked the way on the road also smiled and said, "Your voice is really beautiful." So, maybe, maybe, maybe, one day, a miracle will happen to me?
Back in my room, I wrote a letter to Li Han and sent it to the radio station, telling my hopes and dreams. The letter seemed to have reached an unspeakable hope and was thrown into the mailbox. At that moment, it seemed as if a heavy stone had fallen into the vast continent, but it was enthusiastically thrown out. How dare you expect any response?
But a few days later, I suddenly heard my name on the show. The beautiful and familiar female voice said word for word: Dear Xiao Nuan, if you are listening to this program, then I want to tell you that all dreams are worth keeping. I hope that at the age of 30, I can become a * * * thing with you.
My mother was cooking and watched in horror as I held the radio and burst into tears. After so many years, Li Han didn't know how much his words had influenced the fifteen-year-old girl. However, even though we don't know what the future will be like, the wish from this radio wave closely links the exaggerated and distant word "radio station" that should be like unknown so with "dream" and becomes a distant place that seems within reach.
I seem to have a little courage to dream about the future.
On several occasions, my father drove past the "Jianwai Hutong 14" mentioned by Beijing Radio Station countless times. I will lie prone on the window and look at the buildings along Chang 'an Avenue, imagining that the sound that makes me dream comes from here. At that moment, my wish became clearer: I really want to work there in the future.
The lofty ideals of youth are solemnly treasured by family members. Dad said, we agreed that on that day, I would drive you as I did at the beginning, and then I would wait in the car to listen to your program.
Since then, the voice on the radio has become the accompaniment of life. I began to pay attention to the tone and speed of the anchors' conversation. All this is my role-playing game. They played a song first, and I told it to myself in music, and then recorded it.
I think the energy tank will be full one day, and maybe it will have the future I want.
Fortunately, I never gave up.
In the college entrance examination, my first choice must be broadcasting and recording. On that day, all my pride collapsed and went out. I am not good at reading, but I just fell into an ordinary college to study communication, which has nothing to do with the broadcasting department.
In the first year of school, I watched the sparkling girls in the model class and the host class practice singing and vocalizing. Every sound is like irony to me, making me run away with my head down. The long-lost complacency has revived. In addition to distant dreams, I suddenly found myself with nothing.
At five in the evening, the school radio station will play music or read the news on time. I always dress up to wash clothes at this time, because listening to the program there is the clearest. I am sad. Even the school speakers are so far away from me, not to mention the real interval of radio waves.
So I wrote in my diary: If the dream is too far away, change it. But after a while, I took out my book and tore up that page. I asked myself: If a dream can be easily given up, do I still have the mind to say that it is a dream?
Sophomore year, the radio station enrolled students for the last time, and the girls in the dormitory came to tell me the news happily. The rabbit began to jump in my heart? Drumming, anxiety, fear, waiting, these feelings turned into a sweaty palm.
Want to try it? This question, beating yourself over and over again, makes it difficult for you to fall asleep. It's time to turn off the lights in the dormitory, and the girls are all asleep. I got up, put on my headphones and listened to the audio recorded over the years again. In fact, the answer is already there, but I lack courage. And this courage, in these immature, countless flaws but also sincere audio, was found by me.
I said to myself, this is my last chance. If I really don't fit this road, I will give myself an explanation.
I signed up and walked into the classroom of the student union with an article I wrote. There are six senior students sitting in front of us, namely the director, the deputy director and the four group leaders. I try my best to concentrate on the content of the article. After reading it, I bowed politely to them and turned away. No one noticed that my hand holding the notebook was really shaking all the time, and even the paper was torn by sweat.
After going out for 24 hours, it seems that two gentlemen are quarreling in their minds. One person said, hey, you should be prepared for failure. Another man retorted: Who said there would be good news? The rabbit, who was still playing drums yesterday, began to escape today, and expectation and fear were intertwined into a complex mood. I think that after going all out, there will only be gains and losses, and everything depends on people's efforts.
Until I received that admission message.
Now that I think about it, it was just a small lamp in my college life. Compared with many people who actually enter the radio station and are accompanied by microphones, it is small and insignificant. But for me, that moment was the first time that my dream came into reality seriously and truly. After reading the short message, I even felt that the lights in the whole corridor were covered with brilliance only in movies.
My voice, finally through the microphone, spread to come out from the radio.
At the end of the first regular meeting, the director said that after the interview stopped, all four groups of leaders wanted to recruit me to their own part. I told him about my previous anxiety, and he told me: You always don't believe in yourself, but the facts have proved to you that you really can.
There are tears in my eyes that almost fall. I made a decision, cautious and sincere, and turned these years' expectations into a brand-new beginning.
It was the happiest time in youth. Almost all the spare time is reserved for recording equipment and more than ten square meters of radio space. I taught myself recording software, bought books, and recorded all the programs on the radio as materials and templates. I downloaded some G music and put it in different folders according to the specific classification. In those years, my attention to radio and my interest in music made my program get the most attention in two weeks. In a month, I was promoted to group leader and vice president, and worked for half a year. A year later, I sat in the school square and interviewed the freshmen as the director of the radio station. The autumn wind blows, and the clouds spread out into comfortable shapes. I am waiting for more younger brothers and sisters who have voices and dreams like me to participate. I can't wait to tell them how good it feels to realize their dreams.
Fortunately, it has never been abandoned.
Dreams are for realization.
After graduation, I stumbled into a book company by mistake, edited several books, worked as a youth literature magazine for a year, and then turned to planning and marketing, taking writers everywhere, between campus and bookstores.
Radio dreams have always been hidden in my heart. It seems that there is no progress, but it has always accompanied me forward.
When "Sound Travel" began to broadcast on Shaanxi traffic radio, every Monday afternoon, some Weibo fans in Shaanxi were added. And the day after the broadcast, I will upload it to the Internet and publish it through my Weibo. Then the use of talking radio stations on mobile phone clients became popular. I summed it up in the "litchi FM" app, and the program began to have more forms, updated irregularly, read articles occasionally, and talked about travel occasionally.
Many nights after work, I will turn off my cell phone in my bedroom and hide in the world of sound. I used university software to make a fuss about the program, and recorded the time when money never changed with an inexpensive speaker. Then I woke up in the early morning, turned on litchi fm and watched the audience leave messages. It was a cruel morning.
Once small and arrogant, I became the companion of many people. "Sound Travel" shares the memories of the journey and the sounds recorded along the way. The "Warm Articles" program broadcasts soft and warm articles, which makes the words warm. Dreamer is a talk show. I rushed to those who had dreams, and talked with people of different occupations and identities about the transmission of youth and dreams. The warm song list is updated on time every Friday, and each issue has a music theme. Invite the audience to put on headphones at this moment, slow down and listen to the songs exclusively.
Being a personal internet radio station is like catching up on a favorite drama series, expecting variety shows at a fixed time and buying the latest issue of magazines regularly every month, which has become a passionate and unchanging habit in life.
The goal recording process of each festival occupies a lot of time spirit. A 20-minute program often takes five or six times as long as choosing a theme, choosing a song, writing a case, recording and editing. For a 30-minute interview, you need to record the content for one hour first, and then cut it into two or three hours, so that the content of the conversation can be more concentrated and the program can achieve good results.
However, it's all worthwhile.
In August, the midsummer in Beijing turned into a gentle breeze at night. The taxi drove past Chang 'an Avenue with orange lights flashing. I opened Weibo and saw a private message from a listener. She said: Xiao Nuan, I listened to all your programs during the train journey of more than twenty hours. You're doing my fantasy. Thank you for the brilliance of your hair, reminding me that delusion is for realization.
I don't know why, this sentence is slightly soft, but it crashed into a rain in my eyes at that moment.
At night, the long road seems endless. I'm thinking, if I can know this moment at the age of fifteen in the future, will someone say this to myself, and she will be braver when she grows up.
Dreams will always meet you in a corner of life.
The listening rate of litchi fm is slowly rising, from100,000 to 500,000, and then to100,000,2 million. More and more recognition confirms to me that I finally seem to be worthy of the dream I left myself ten years ago.
Traveling in Pak Hyun, northern Thailand, sitting in a restaurant on the street, chatting with the waiter. After he served a cup of Thai milk tea, he smiled and said to me in English, "Your voice is really beautiful."
I remember being praised by strangers in the street when I was a child, but I blushed at that time and didn't even have the courage to express my gratitude. This time, as if to make up for the shortage of that year, I gave him a thank-you smile and added, "In Beijing, I am a radio anchor."
Yes, I think I am. Although today, I didn't live in the studio and become the real owner of the microphone, my dream is a heroic dream in the ordinary world. It is a guard hanging in my heart, which brings honor, makes many warm and precious strangers meet me in the vast sea of people, and gives my ear to my voice.
I finally began to understand that on the road of chasing dreams, all tempering is a gift with makeup. Don't set limits for yourself, throw away the shackles caused by confusion and timidity, be bold and don't give up. My dream will always meet you unexpectedly in a corner of my life.
And this dream also brought me to realize my old dream. Later, under various opportunities, I really walked into the Beijing Radio Station that I admired for a long time that year and went to live as a guest. And my father also fulfilled the agreement of that year, sitting in the car downstairs of the radio station, listening to my voice coming from the radio.
This young dream, after years of rooting and sprouting, no longer needs any situational identification, but has become a real partner in real life.
Perhaps, for most people, dreams have long been unrealistic daydreams. In the multi-color society in fact, it has become an unreachable utopia. When I was young, I forgot my life and tried to realize my dream. Just like the person I loved in adolescence, I am eager to use all my strength to pay and pay, but I am unprepared. I lost my mind in the vast sea of people. However, dreams are the fulcrum in a complex world. It shouldn't be a choice between this and that. It must be entrusted by 100%, unique and without one. It is small but full of strength, enough to accompany you through those cowardly times. Every choice you make, everyone you meet, everything you say and everything you decide is interesting. Whether it is pain or fatigue, every experience will eventually turn into nutrition, live in your life and urge you to grow.
Only when you have the courage to run hard when you are confused, will your dream become wings forever, and take you across Qian Shan to any distant place you want to go.