A microphone hides love and gentleness.

The most healing echo in the world is never the hustle and bustle of prosperity, but the sincere sound transmitted by a microphone and a microphone. It stands silently in a square-inch stage, a quiet live studio and a simple recording studio, but its humble body can accommodate human feelings, convey the temperature of the bottom of my heart, and clearly send the tiny voice and hot love to the mountains and seas.
A beam of soft light settled, and the microphone stood quietly, waiting for every sound moment. It is a ferryman of sound, filtering the noise of the environment, smoothing the redundant impetuousness, and making every talk, every reading and every singing fade away from exaggeration and return to the truth. Some people use it to tell their worries and gently heal the loneliness in the middle of the night; Some people use it to transmit strength and firmly go to their hearts to love; Some people use it to record time and keep the exclusive sound of time. Small equipment, without gorgeous appearance, carries the initial heart and persistence of countless people.
The days with the microphone can best understand the meaning of concentration. At first, we may be afraid to speak, afraid of voice defects, nervous and flustered, and afraid of not being recognized. Practice repeatedly into the microphone, debug the radio over and over again, and correct the tone again and again. In repeated polishing, it slowly fades away and settles down calmly. It turns out that all the calm and pleasant sounds are never innate talents, but the result of countless times of deep love and Excellence in the microphone. There are ups and downs, mistakes and repetitions, which are the most precious marks on the road to growth.
Don't envy others' beautiful expression, and don't worry about your temporary strangeness. Everyone who is accompanied by a microphone has his own growth rhythm. Some people are talented, and once they speak, they will surprise everyone; Some people silently precipitate, and it will be complete over time. Microphone will never be partial to talent, but will only be loyal to persistence. It will accurately record every progress and gently tolerate every imperfection. Deeply cultivate your own rhythm, take every voice seriously, and convey every sincerity with your heart, which is the best way to love.
A microphone, between square inches, hides thousands of worlds. It makes the ordinary voice warm, makes the love of the minority return home, and makes the silent persistence echo. Years are long. May we hold the microphone, be sincere, take sound as the wing, take love as the light, tell it in our own sound field, bloom slowly, and live up to every persistence and love.