Radio is an essential entertainment for people who drive, and there are music, cross talk, sketches, and confidence sharing in the radio station.

But the audience for the radio is not only these, they also include the elderly, and people like me who claim to have a "voice".

In fact, it was a kind of souvenir of the radio, when I was a child, the media was not very developed, I heard the first English song on the radio, the first shadowless cross talk, the first storytelling, of course, this is also mixed with advertising, after all, the radio station is also to operate.

Later, the radio gradually withdrew from our lives, and all kinds of new media followed, and I became obsessed with television, mobile phones, and computers, and gradually forgot that there was still a radio.

Surviving in this difficult crack, although the radio has been eliminated, the radio still exists, it is attached to mobile phones, cars, and still exists in our lives.

For a long time in my junior year of high school, I listened to a program late at night, the anchor of the program was a woman, her personality must be cheerful and even unrestrained, her voice was very unique, and she had this different appeal and appeal, in fact, she was a funny anchor.

I persevered for a long time during that time, and it wasn't until the end of the college entrance examination that I accidentally lost that time.

When I listen to radio stations, there is a kind of program that people love and hate, that is, horror broadcasting, under the background music, the anchor uses just the right commentary, which makes people tremble, but I want to continue listening, so often I just hide in the quilt, cover my head, wrap tightly, my body is shaking, but I don't want to pause.

For a long time after that, I didn't listen to the radio again, and it was like disappearing from my life.

As the days go by, I can always recall some stories hidden in the corner, and fortunately, in the sunny mood, I opened the floodgates of stale memories, breathed in for the past, and accidentally glimpsed that unique memory.

However, the radio was gone, and after looking for a long time, I found the radio function on my mobile phone, and I lost the antenna, so I put on headphones, listened to music, listened to cross talk, listened to opera, and listened to my memories rustling.

I can't go back to yesterday, I will run to tomorrow, just the moment I stopped, looking back, you are still there, it is good to have memories of the day.

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