我清楚地记得那一个夜晚,深夜11点,我拖着疲惫的身体收工。回家路上要开半小时车,我习惯性地打开收音机,电波里传来标准的广东电台播音。1分钟之后我才反应过来,以为是一个幻觉,接着便惊叫一声。来到新西兰已近半年,这才知道有个华语广播电台。自此,我成了华语电台的听众。并非它有什么精彩节目编排,除了新闻报道外,其节目内容实不敢恭维。即便是新闻也不过是本地中文报刊的“文摘”版。每到时候我总是自觉不自觉地打开收音机,究其因由或许为的就是听听自己熟悉的汉语言。想不到后来我居然加入了此中行列。 I clearly remember that night, 11 midnight, I dragged the tired body to work. On the way home to open a half hour car, I habitually turn on the radio, radio standard radio in Guangdong. I did not react after 1 minute, I thought it was an illusion, then I screamed. It has been nearly six months since I came to New Zealand and I realized there was a Chinese radio station. Since then, I have become a listener of Chinese radio. It is not what its wonderful programming, in addition to news reports, the content of the program is not flattered. Even the news is nothing more than a “digest” version of the local Chinese press. Every time I always consciously or unconsciously turn on the radio, perhaps because the reason is to listen to their familiar Chinese. I could not think of later actually joined the ranks.