A little joke that drew everyone's attention. At the same time www.biquge.info it also narrowed the distance between Wu Can and the students.

The students who were in a hurry slowed down their steps, intending to hear what the new anchor had to say.

"The stars have changed, and with the flick of a finger, the three years of high school have passed like this." Wu Can sighed.

"Yes, it seems like it was yesterday, and we gathered here from different places with a vision of high school life." He Xiaoxiao agreed.

"In the past three years, with the passion of youth, with the sweat of diligence, with tenacious perseverance, with the spirit of tireless exploration, we have cultivated our own life ideals and written our own life chapters in this small land." Wu Can said passionately.

"In the same way, you have been through countless things in the past three years." He Xiaoxiao continued.

"There are happy and sad, disappointed and happy, funny and strong, no matter what, today, today, are reluctant, today's protagonist is not me, but the seniors in the third year of high school." After reading these in one breath, Wu Can began to prepare.

And He Xiaoxiao received it just right: "Next, we will hand over the microphone to those seniors in the third year of high school." ”

After a brief pause, a recording sounds.

"Hello, are you a senior in high school?" This is He Xiaoxiao's voice.

"Yes." An unfamiliar male voice sounded.

"Can you tell me about some interesting things you've experienced in the past three years of high school?" He Xiaoxiao asked.

"I'm a scumbag, and I'm a chatter, every time there is a commotion in the class, the teacher doesn't have to look at it, as long as I call my name, it must be right.

Once, the head teacher was writing on the blackboard with his back to everyone, and there was a buzz below. If the old team leader didn't reply, he called my name. As a result, it didn't work after ordering, and there was still a quarrel below, and the old class got angry, so he said, if I quarrel again, kick me out.

At this time, I couldn't help it, and when I pushed the door open, I told Lao Ban that I had been outside, and this time it really had nothing to do with me. ”

"Haha, this senior, you are really humorous, so, how do you feel when you are about to graduate?" He Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

After a period of silence, the male voice sighed and said: "Alas, I can't help it, I can't let it go, the brothers who can't bear to me, the brothers who play with me every day, skip class with me, and suffer criticism with me." Seeing that the world is going to be separated, I don't know when I will see each other again in the future, so I can't let go of my feelings with them. ”

"So, if you had to say a word to your brother, your classmates and teachers, what would you say?" He Xiaoxiao continued to ask.

The man was silent again, grabbed the microphone, and shouted hoarsely: "Xiaomei, I know that you are going to Peking University, I don't have enough grades to accompany you in college, but I have decided not to go, even if I work, I want to go to Beijing, I don't want you to like me, I just want to be in the same city with you, I just want you to know that in this city, there is someone who will silently look at you and like you silently." ”

In a paragraph, everyone said that their hearts were sour, they were already about to graduate, and no one could indulge it, so no one blamed high school for not falling in love.

Before everyone could recover from the first interviewer's answer, the second recording rang out again.

This interview is with a girl.

"Can you tell us about the most memorable experience of your three years of high school?" He Xiaoxiao asked.

"My grades have always been good, and I am the representative of the Chinese class. Our homeroom teacher bought a new mobile phone, which seemed to be worth more than a month's salary. Once, when I went to pick up my homework, I didn't notice that the teacher put the phone on it, and then dropped our teacher's phone, and the screen was all broken. ”

"Then I guess your teacher must criticize you harshly, and then ask you to compensate him for a new phone." He Xiaoxiao answered just right.

"Nope!" The girl choked up a few times and said, "The teacher not only didn't criticize me, but also took the initiative to comfort me and told me not to have psychological pressure." “

"How do you feel about graduating soon?" He Xiaoxiao continued to ask.

"I'm a little afraid, I'm afraid that the new classmates and teachers in the future will not be kind to each other, and I am very reluctant to deal with my teachers, they are all very good to me, and I am reluctant to my little sisters." Speaking of the back, the girl's voice was already crying.

He Xiaoxiao was also a little silent, and asked, "Then do you have anything to say to them?" ”

The girl was silent for a while, then choked up and said, "Teacher Ma, I haven't had a father since I was a child, and I've always had low self-esteem. I have never felt fatherly love. It was you, who took care of me like a father, tolerated me, educated me, and I was about to graduate, and I lived up to expectations and achieved a good grade, here, please allow me, to shout 'Dad' to you. In the future, I will pursue my dream with your expectations. ”

One voice after another sounded, and each voice spoke to the hearts of some of the students. In fact, today, they don't have to go back to school at all, they can fill in the volunteers at home, but they are all people who want to return to their alma mater to see one last look.

This interview was Wu Can's idea, in fact, when he first started, he planned to do a campus program similar to a talk show, but later He Xiaoxiao told him that the protagonist of this issue is a senior high school student. That's why I did a program like this interview.

There are three main points in the interview: First, look back on the past. Second, feel the present. Third, look to the future.

Dozens of senior high school seniors were interviewed, and in the end, they selected a few together for broadcast.

Listen to the people around you and talk about the things around you. The last time I returned to my alma mater as students, my emotions were aroused.

In a graduating class, everyone listened quietly to the radio, and as they listened, a girl couldn't help but lie on the table and sobbed quietly. Several girls next to her hugged her and accompanied her silently.

A boy in the east corner, five big and three thick, pushed away the table, walked to the west, and said to a boy with a fierce face: "I'm graduating soon, let's make peace, this fight, forget it." ”

"I don't want to do that kind of kid thing for a long time, and there's a kind of comparison between who is the best in ten years!" The sturdy man stood up, and their hands were tightly clasped together.

A weak man with glasses, Ai Ai walked up to a girl, hesitated for a while, and finally, raised his head, looked directly at the girl and said: "Xiaohong, from the first time I saw you, I liked you, I liked your beauty, I liked your boldness, and even your loud voice." ”

"Oh mom, I'm finally waiting for you to confess!" Xiaohong stood up in surprise, pulled the man with glasses, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Such a scene is being staged throughout the school, and the graduates are silently experiencing this feeling.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the live broadcast has come to an end. After an interview, Wu Can spoke into the microphone and said steadily: "The time to get together is always too short, seniors, you are about to leave in a blink of an eye, here, there is no other gift for you, only a poem, a song." ”

"The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches"

"It's all about the support of old cadres"

"There is a new student next year"

"Ten zhang dragon grandson around the phoenix pond"

A Hsinchu song is narrated from Wu Can's mouth. This poem was not very famous in the previous life, but it was very suitable for the artistic conception at this moment, so Wu Can used it.

"Good poetry!" Countless teachers and students couldn't help but shoot the case and exclaim after listening to this poem.

Although the vast majority of people cannot compose such a poem, it does not prevent them from appreciating such a poem.

The principal lay down on his private office chair and turned on the computer in surprise. I typed this poem into my computer, and as a result, I couldn't find any information.

"Could it be that my student wrote it?" Thinking of this, the headmaster was stunned in surprise.

When the teachers heard this poem, they couldn't help but feel ashamed, they had never seen such a poem before, and they couldn't even compare to their own students, so they were really ashamed to be teachers.

When the students heard this poem, they didn't feel much of it, but they just felt that it was very appropriate. No matter how rich their imagination was, they never thought that this was an original poem, written by a classmate of theirs, a sophomore in high school.

However, even if they can't feel how good the poem is, it doesn't prevent them from dropping their jaws.

Because, after the poem, the guitar sounded immediately after.