演讲稿的英文9篇
时间：2023-06-21 10:11:02
类别：演讲稿
时间：2023-06-21 10:11:02
类别：演讲稿
演讲稿的英文9篇
Good afternoon, everyone!
My name is Li Yuxi. I’m from Class 1, Grade 7.
Today I’ll tell you something about my friend Andy.
Andy was a little boy. On his first day at school, he learned three words. I, you, and she. The teacher taught him how to make sentences with these words. The teacher said ,:"I, I am your teacher. she(pointing to a girl)，she is your classmate. You, you are my student." after supper, his dad asked, :"what have you learned at school?" Andy said at once: "I, I am your teacher .she (pointing to his mom)， she is your classmate. you, you are my student. "his dad got very angry and said, :"I, I am your dad. She(pointing to his mom)， she is your mom. you, you are my son." the next morning, the teacher asked Andy to make sentences with the three words. "OK" he said: "I,I am your dad. She(pointing to a girl)， she is your mom. you, you are my son.
That’s all. Thank you.
演讲稿可以帮助发言者更好的.表达。在发展不断提速的社会中，演讲稿的使用越来越广泛，演讲稿的注意事项有许多，你确定会写吗？下面是小编为大家整理的英语之星的演讲稿:网络文明，欢迎大家借鉴与参考，希望对大家有所帮助。
internet civilization
good afternoon, ladies and gentleman! first i want to say is that i’m very proud of to be invited to to present my topic here, which is “ internet civilization”.
before i begin my topic, please allow me to ask you a question: every time you click the mouse to surf the web, do you know what does it mean?
on the net, you can make friends overseas and call them with ip phones; you can get information from all over the world; you can even give a hand to some people in troubles and get help when in need.
however, we have to admit that internet also leads to intimacy before acquaintance; it scatters secrets outwards, not inwards; and, most worrying of all, it is a vehicle for liars.
here we should see, there exists good and evil, right and wrong on the web. as netizens, we’d better grow to realize the importance of internet civilization.
just as the famous saying goes “long and steep is the path to virtue.” many people advocate that we should be sincere, honest and responsible in our societythe real world. now, what i want to add is that we also should obey the primary moral principles in this virtual world.
all of my dear friends here, on the internet, which role did you play? which role are you playing? and which role will you play?
thank you very much!
When her love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if , in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love.
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.
Mother's love in the world is great. Sometimes，when you are sick，a mother's love will bring her mother to take care of you for your work. The heavy rain，love will make the mother an umbrella for you，they shower like "soaked through"...... All of these can show my mother's love for you，and I'll tell you about my mother's love.
That night，I feel like I'm in the refrigerator，cold，and head pain and dizziness，I caught a cold. When I was dizzy，I found myself lying on my mother's warm back. My mother found me uncomfortable and took me to the hospital. "But it's 12 now. Where is the hospital open？" I asked my mother. The mother said，"the hospital is open at night，not far from here." There is a hospital in front of me，but I still believe my mother. But who knew my mother had been carrying me back for almost two hours before she got to the hospital. Originally，mother afraid I want to walk，lie to me to say not far. To the hospital，the doctor prescribed some medicine，also said to the liquid cotton with press in my temple，head will slowly not pain. When the doctor said，my mother said to me，"I will help you press. You go to bed." I fell asleep after hearing my mother's words. By the time I woke up in the morning，my mother was still pressing for me. My mother took care of me all night，and she did not sleep at all，even if there was no complaint.
This is what I feel motherly love，this is the mother of their children without regret care，this is the great maternal love.
On Saturday, my mother took me to go to changzhou.
In the seat beside me sat a aunt and her baby. Little boy holding a bread, while eating, while followed his mother learn tang poetry. Aunt read aloud a way: "hoe grain to be noon for day..." When aunt read a word, the little boy also learn to Bob, milk milk gas to read: "hoe grain to be noon for day..." Saw the little boy is so small will read tang poetry, also read good, next to the passengers have to vote to the eyes of praise.
Car went all the way, the little boy's hand bread hasn't finished. As the bumpy all the way, there are crumbs off from time to time on clothes. Aunt looked at it and said with a frown, "how still didn't eat, eat, just throw it away. Look, bread crumbs to clothing ?
Car went all the way, the little boy's hand bread hasn't finished. As the bumpy all the way, there are crumbs off from time to time on clothes. Aunt looked at it and said with a frown: "how still didn't eat, eat, just throw it away. Look, bread crumbs to make dirty clothes." Put the bread in the hands of a little boy said, and conveniently threw it into the trash can on the car, and then, and let the boy carry poem to her, the little boy pouting, as if reluctantly, stammered: "hoe wo... chuhe... day when afternoon, began sweating began sweating......" His little face blush of red, may be back not to come out, he looked at the aunt. Aunt brought accusing tone of voice say: "bad back. This sentence is bega
The aunt feel atmosphere may be wrong, in the dodge, inadvertently saw the trash bread, immediately flushed to shame.
Saw this scene, I deeply touched, though now our life better, but also can't waste food, as is the aunt said, food is the farmeruncle worked so hard to come out, every grain of rice, every drop of wheat is hard-won, more should cherish it. Although that aunt also know this truth, but she has no real action. This is the most we need to think.
We understand that a lot of truth, but we tend to be the language of the giant, action dwarf. More important than we actually dosay. How let us frugality, low carbon life into effect?
n sweating grain soils. Tell us that food is farmers ?
But we are often language giant, action dwarf. More important than we actually do say. How let us frugality, low carbon life into effect?
I think we should start from around things, start from the self, to do real action of low carbon. Try not to get into the habit of food we eat at ordinary times, if you eat less, don't hold a lot of food, eat many prosperous; Water when washing hands, do not open too big, avoid unnecessary waste; White paper use fully, as far as possible don't because of bad to write a few words with the lost, what a pity.
When I was a naughty boy，may be because of theinfluence of the film。 Xiao Bing Zhang Ga，my dreamwas to be a soldier just like Zhang Ga。 I thought if Iwas a soldier，I should be able to swim，dive andclimb trees as he did。 It seemed to be verywonderful。 So I began to learn swimming，diving andclimbing trees。 I practiced every day and finally Icould do them well。 But when I entered junior highschool and had the military training。 I suddenlyfound that being a soldier was very difficult and Iwasn t strong enough to bear it 。 I had to give mydream up。
But I wasn t discouraged，and I had new aim，which was to be a postman，or rather to bea newspaper boy。 As a newspaper boy。 I could speed along streets on a bike and thrownewspapers onto every porch。 That s also very cool。 So I started learning to ride a bicycle。After the everyday practice，I could go very fast by bicycle。 But to my disappointment，the jobwhich I wanted only existed in western counties not in China，because there was no porch inChina。 And Chinese postmen had to stuff very thick newspapers into very small mailboxes fromvery narrow entrances。 The job was far from what I had expected。 So once again my dream fellthrough。
Perhaps you have had the same experience as I and most of your dreams haven t cometrue yet。 But I think it doesn t matter，because if you have a dream，you ll make many effortsto realize it。 This course is reallly important。 If I hadn t dreamt of being a soldier or anewspaper boy。 I wouldn t have learned to swim，to dive，to climb trees or to ride a bicycle。Even if our dream can t come true，you ll learn much from the efforts you have made。 Sowhat I want to tell us is that dream helps us to grow up and teaches us how to control ourlives 。 It is dream that gives us power and makes our lives colorful。
hello everyone!
I have a dream that one day every vally shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
Wow, what a dream it has been for Martin Luther King. But the changing world seems telling me that people gradually get their dreams lost somehow in the process of growing up, and sometimes I personally find myself saying goodbye unconsciously to those distant childhood dreams.
However, we meed dreams. They nourish our spirit; they represent possibility even when we are dragged down by reality. They keep us going. Most successful people are dreamers as well as ordinary people who are not afraid to think big and dare to be great. When we were little kids, we all dreamed of doing something big and splashy, something significant. Now what we need to do is to maintain them, refresh them and turn them into reality. However, the toughest part is that we often have no ideas how to translate these dreams into actions. Well, just start with concrete objectives and stick to it. Don’t let the nameless fear confuse the eye and confound our strong belief of future. Through our talents, through our wits, through our endurance and through our creativity, we will make it.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is a barren field frozen with snow. So my dear friends, think of your old and maybe dead dreams. Whatever it is, pick it up and make it alive from today.
Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s minds, imagine themselves into other people’s places.
Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.
And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.
I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces can lead to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
What is more, those who choose not to empathize may enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.
One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.
But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, friends who have been kind enough not to sue me when I’ve used their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.
So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom: