【周五 英语组】主播Fred 告别期

Greetings, guys, how is it going today? Whatever, cheers on what you have accomplished in the passing week, which, sure-is, again, drawing to its end. For some of you, the end of the torment is drawing near also. I know, I know it clearly, it, may be just, not have been so easy and smooth, for all of you listening, live on the campus, or recordings online in a solitude evening. This, marks the end of the 13th week. Christmas and the New Year&`&s day is at hand. Usually we would be celebrating the coming new year, and send our best wishes to our friends, old and new in the university or far back in your home town, but now in roughly 30 more days, the Final Term Examinations, will land. You should have already been piled with deadlines of papers and been under the bludgeoning pressure of the revision. I strongly recommend you to deal with them one by one or, wisely, don&`&t say I haven&`&t remind you about this. IT is alreay on the horizon! … It&`&s very an embarrassing thing to hear myself wrongly pronounce the word "work" every time before the programme, yes, "work", it did relly sound like, walk, right? Doing great... Walk? Quite weird. Quite weird. The headings were recorded right after the winter vacation, by the time my tone has, already been, rusty. I&`&m sorry for causing your mental suffering every time before the programme, and I know you will forgive your humble Frederick won&`&t you? Now as I have been broadcasting for so long, nearly a year, it should have been, kind of better isn&`&t? But hey you know I still have got a long way to go and was just warming up. Please give me another good year to continue my oh that&`&s not possible, don&`&t even think of it. I enjoy broadcasting for sure but that&`&s really the nature&`&s changing course untrimmed. My programme shall embrace its end here, and soon you will hear our little hostesses, Avalon and Sherry, making their own programmes in the near future. Though they are also a little bit busy recently, but I know they love this place, they do enjoy broadcasting from their heart, we are by some means familiar, barely, by the time but I know it, I just know it. Jerry and I, as is fated, shall end our career as the hosts, but not yet retired. We as a couple of bright new directors, will fulfill our noble duties in the coming future. It&`&s been an amazing experience to cooperate with you as my partner. Well he once seemed to care little about the station at the very beginning, his script was, by chance, straight from the net. But I then came to know that&`&s not true. I discovered, that he wears the ring of the broadcasting station always, and is also sometimes cute enough, considering what to write into his script carefully. It was finally confirmed, when I saw him spending 20 or more hours choosing the promising hosts among the interviewees, hundreds of them with me. He, they, by their own way, love the station, as much as I do. Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. I remembered what ma&`&am Rebecca had done in her final programmes. Yes, truly. Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. Tibby, or Tibby as her name should have been pronounced, brought you a set of stories, cute little love stories, of a girl of sunshine, and a boy, of the moonlight. Special thanks to both of you, but allow me put a little stress on the Rebecca side. My work for the Wechat platform of the broadcasting station helped me better understand, how much she had been undertaking. The Wechat platform, the broadcast singer contest, and the post of the sole director of the group for a whole bloody busy term. How time flies, that, it has finally come to this day, the day I’m not yet ready for, the day we shall bid each other a fond farewell, we are meant to, and from the day I will not be forcing myself to finish the scripts for the programmes staying up late, or without sleep at all. I can leisurely have my dinner with pleasure, not keeping my noble missions of broadcasting in heart. And from the day I will never be heard, from the day, I will not be with you any more, well, kind of, yes, no. ------ We live only to discover beauty, all else is a form of waiting. Behold, under the firmament, I see skies of blue, and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering , Fearing, doubting, dreaming, Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.. Was about a Morning Adventure, a Cruce Victoria, a Stone Mansion, a Lullaby, and a communist&`&s dream. Bearing a banner of the old world, seeking for the stories that didn&`&t take place, a history that never exists. ------ … …… They called me Frederick, remember me.