The radio I used that year

The radio I used in those days, in the 1960s, the channel for rural people to get information was cable broadcasting. In the 1970s, radio was still a luxury, but now it is rare. Let's share the radio I used in the past. Let's have a look.

The radio I used that year 1 the radio I used that year.

After dinner, the bright moonlight spread all over the earth, and the sparkling stars were embedded in the boundless night sky like gems. Century avenue, who is used to walking alone outside the community, is watching colorful neon flashing, letting the pleasant spring breeze blow his cheeks and enjoying the leisurely lifestyle of modern people. It seems that when a person leaves, he can think about everything and nothing. Along the way, people of different sizes and square dances can be seen everywhere. I can't help but sigh: the pace of people's life is really different now!

"You are my little apple ..." Suddenly, a familiar and sweet song came not far away. Looking in, I saw an old man coming towards me with a pocket radio in his hand. Seeing this scene, my soul was suddenly touched, as if I had met an old friend who had been away for more than 20 years-the "Butterfly" brand radio that once owned and brought me a turning point in my destiny.

When I graduated from high school, I fell behind in my English single subject, which led to my failure in the college entrance examination in the first year. In those days, I was depressed and listless all day. Facing the bleak and helpless future, how I long for my English score to go to a higher level and realize my dream of going to college one day!

After failing in the college entrance examination, due to the restriction of family conditions, I had no choice but to choose the career of contract teacher. In those days when I was a substitute teacher, I never gave up learning English. But because there is no tutor, the progress is always small, and the future is still bleak. I am eager to help my English study through the assistance of audio teaching such as radio waves.

At that time, people paid attention to "three turns" (bicycle, watch, sewing machine) and "one ring" (radio) when getting married, which shows the importance of radio in people's lives. At that time, it was impossible for an ordinary family to own a radio.

Late one night, the moonlight was like washing, sparse stars flashed in the air, and occasionally one or two dogs barked. People have fallen asleep, but I don't feel sleepy at all. I vaguely heard the voice of English conversation on the neighbor's radio. I guess the neighbor's master has fallen asleep and forgot to turn off the radio. Hungry for English learning, I got up, crept to the corner and listened carefully. I stood for two hours until the radio stopped. I was still awake and intoxicated by the English conversation on the radio. Since then, my heart has been itching, always dreaming that one day, I can really have a radio of my own. But isn't such a dream an extravagant hope for a family like ours? !

Finally, one day, I took the initiative before I acted. Without the consent of my parents, I took the initiative to go to the county seat with the money I had saved in 45 yuan, and bought a seafood "Butterfly" brand desktop radio with great interest. I just bought a house, and before it appreciated, I was severely scolded by my uncle and others, saying that I don't know how to put the money together and build a house after saving it. What's the use of buying that thing ... No matter what they say, I won't pay attention. Anyway, I'm Zhang Fei, and I'm determined not to retreat. In fact, where will they know my good intentions of insisting on buying radios?

With the radio, I seem to have got a treasure and I can't put it down. In my spare time, I turn on the radio and listen to my favorite novel network and Dan Tianfang's Biography of Yue Fei and Yang Jiajiang. Every night, people have fallen asleep, and I always insist on listening to English programs on the radio. Over time, I gradually have a perceptual understanding and improvement of my oral English ability, and at the same time I have strengthened my confidence in going back to school to continue cramming for the college entrance examination in the future. Many things happen. In the college entrance examination that year, my English score was 97 (total score of additional questions 1 10), which made teachers and classmates cast admiration and envy eyes, that is, I was admitted to the university as I wished that year and fulfilled my dream of life.

He always liked listening to the radio when his father was alive. Since I went to college, radio has naturally become my father's loyal partner. Every morning before dawn, he would turn on the radio, listen to the news, weather forecast and stories told by Liu Lanfang, and work in the fields during the day. The radio is always with him. My father tells everyone stories about me and the radio. Whenever he mentions his son in front of relatives and friends, there is always a proud smile on his face.

That year, my mother was seriously ill in hospital and upset. The empty room smelled of disinfectant. Mother sighs every day, clamoring to be discharged from the hospital and not cooperating with the doctor's treatment. Suddenly, I thought of my radio. My mother likes opera. I tune the channel to her every day and let her listen to a paragraph quietly. Mother lay quietly in the hospital bed with a hint of comfort on her face. Soon, my mother recovered and was discharged from the hospital. She and her father often put on a little farce at home, because going to the opera or listening to the news. That year, my radio became the regulator of my family, which also made my family a little noisy and laughed occasionally, making life full of happiness.

Every winter and summer vacation, the first thing I do when I go home is to pick up my beloved radio handle and play. I still can't put it down.

In the next few years, after several relocations, it is inevitable to get rid of some old and unnecessary things, and others can be thrown away without hesitation. Only the radio that I regard as a treasure has been preserved so far, although it has long lost its proper function.

Now it has entered the network era, and electronic products such as mp3 player, mp4 player, walkman, car radio, movie player, high-definition video player, radio for the elderly, record player, square dance machine and so on are overwhelming. The traditional radio seems to have withdrawn from the historical stage, but I still have a special liking for it, which is not only nostalgia, but also a recollection of the happy times it once brought me. Today, this happiness still occupies a corner of my heart. Every time I recall it, it falls into the water like a stone, causing ripples. On weekdays, when I walk on the road, I admire the leisurely way when I see the pocket radio in the old man's hand or pocket, listening to news and music while pacing.

In fact, radio has many advantages. Compared with the current electronic products, firstly, the radiation is small and harmless to human body; Second, there is no need for traffic, saving costs, and so on. Although the traditional radio has long been replaced by smart phones, and the information transmission is many times faster than the radio era, I still love it as always-the radio I used in those years, because it accompanied me through the long night before the college entrance examination. I wouldn't be here today without it. I am grateful for everything life has given me. While we feel that life has changed dramatically, we can't forget that a happy life is hard-won.

That year, the radio I used carried my dreams, it was my happy partner, it was the cradle of my dreams, it brought me the richest spiritual feast in my life, and it was the recorder of historical changes. ...

Time goes by like running water. I really want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, walking alone in an empty place, fiddling with my once beloved radio in my hand, and rediscovering the happy time it once brought me. ...

The radio I used that year 2 I went to college that year.

In August of that year, I was admitted to a university in Xi 'an. The day before I reported for duty, my father whispered to me, almost muttering, "Do you want me to drive you?"

This is the third time my father has said this to me. The first two times were flatly rejected by me: "I want my mother to go!" " "My father turned around sadly and gave a cry" Oh ". I still remember how my father bent his back when he left.

As long as I can remember, my father seldom spoke to me, often yelling, blowing his beard and glaring at me if he was slightly dissatisfied, and even if he didn't beat and scold, his legs trembled with fear. I remember once, I told my father that I had lost my exercise book. He immediately frowned and shouted, "Leave me alone and fuck you!" "At that time, I cried very sadly, and my father didn't coax me into saying anything nice. The reason why I kissed my mother is because my mother has inexhaustible maternal love, and I was wronged by my father. She always holds my head to comfort me, but sometimes she speaks for my father: "In fact, my father loves you, but in different ways. "To this end, my father wants to see me off, and I am particularly disgusted. In my heart, my mother is the best person to send me.

That night, I came back late from my classmate's house. As soon as I entered the door, I heard my parents whisper, "The child doesn't want me to send him, so go." This is the voice that mom and dad are discussing. "No, you are the father, or you go." Mom said. "Mom, although the child is not your own, I can see that the mother-child relationship is deeper than the father-son relationship." Father said word for word: "I am relieved to see my son love you so much." "Don't say that, my son is very sensible, and you have been wronged in this life." Mother said apologetically.

It took me a long time to learn from my parents' conversation that I lost my mother when I was three months old, and then my stepmother, who had lost her parents since childhood, came to my house. In order to make me grow up healthily and enjoy the complete fatherly love and maternal love, a bad policeman and another bad policeman concealed this matter ... It turned out that my father didn't love me, but he was afraid that I would be bad to my mother in the future, so he gave all his love to my mother.

I don't know when, my tears rolled on my face. I gently pushed open the door, and my parents were shocked. It took a long time to be dragged back in the cry of "Mom and Dad". "Son," my father looked at me and said, "I wanted to wait until I graduated from college, but now you know ... trust your mother, she will always love you."

"Dad, mom, you go to school with me." Tears welled up in my eyes, I hugged my parents tightly, and a deep affection spread slowly in the house. ...