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英语主题经典演讲稿 篇1
My dear fellow students,The Olympics are just around the corner. Today I want to talk about good manners and courtesy.
We Chinese have always been respected and highly praised for good manners and courtesy, which have, as well, become precious traditions of our people. In a couple of weeks beyond, a large number of foreign friends will come to China to join us in enjoying the Olympics. Before foreign guests, we should have an easy manner and behave politely and warm-heartedly. In public places, such ugly behaviors as uproar, pushing or squeezing together, spitting and so on should be determinedly forbidden. In a sense, each of us will not simply stand for ourselves but stand for China. Therefore, boys and girls, let’s do it well right now and the eyes of the world are to on us!
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇2
Even a thousand words, but also less impressive than the impression of a fact
Show the circus elephant, are small start training. When the baby is very naughty, fun and big, so with a rope tied to the stake because the elephant, elephant boy, after numerous trials are unable to stake out, after a long time, as long as the elephant in the the stake, like knowing that they can't break free, it is made of.
Elephant grew up to become an elephant, the circus can do a lot of performances. The elephant is infinite, you can move a lot of things, but after the show, but very law-abiding was tied to the stake
The strength of the elephant is actually very large, but it is because of the experience of young people, that the strength of the pile is bigger than their own, is the only thing that can hold their own, so that it did not dare to move the pile
Life sentiment:
In fact, the elephant is bound by their previous ideas, do not understand their own has been a great change, and therefore give up the idea of moving the stake
The stakes are like obstacles that hinder the individual's ability to play the light; it may not be the visible resistance, but the nameless fear produced by the individual's past experiences
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇3
christmas arouses increasing attention year by year in china. christmas cards become popular with students. people hold christmas parties and exchange christmas girts. a lot or tv and radio programs about christmas are on. meanwhile the spring festival is less appealing (有吸引力的)to youngsters. thus some people wonder whether christmas will replace the spring festival.
this worry is fairly unnecessary. why ? one reason lies that christmas only affects christians，college students and joint-venture (合资企业)workers. another reason is that christmas is mostly celebrated in cities. few people in countryside show extreme interest in this exotic(带有异国情调的) festival. by contrast，the spring festival is the most influential traditional festival in every family.
i think，it is natural that with increasing exchanges with the west，a lot of western holidays have been gradually introduced into china. for us chinese we should never neglect or even discard our own traditional festivals. for centuries chinese have observed this traditional holiday to welcome the beginning of a new year. and we will treasure the spring festival forever.
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇4
I was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to the P.O. box at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has never believed in email, in Facebook, in texting or cell phones in general. And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.
And so when I moved to New York City after college and got completely sucker-punched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of them. I left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the U.N., everywhere. I blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary, and I posed a kind of crazy promise to the Internet: that if you asked me for a hand-written letter, I would write you one, no questions asked. Overnight, my inbox morphed into this harbor of heartbreak -- a single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied in rural Kansas, all asking me, a 22-year-old girl who barely even knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them a reason to wait by the mailbox.
Well, today I fuel a global organization that is fueled by those trips to the mailbox, fueled by the ways in which we can harness social media like never before to write and mail strangers letters when they need them most, but most of all, fueled by crates of mail like this one, my trusty mail crate, filled with the scriptings of ordinary people, strangers writing letters to other strangers not because theyre ever going to meet and laugh over a cup of coffee, but because they have found one another by way of letter-writing.
But, you know, the thing that always gets me about these letters is that most of them have been written by people that have never known themselves loved on a piece of paper. They could not tell you about the ink of their own love letters. Theyre the ones from my generation, the ones of us that have grown up into a world where everything is paperless, and where some of our best conversations have happened upon a screen. We have learned to diary our pain onto Facebook, and we speak swiftly in 140 characters or less.
But what if its not about efficiency this time? I was on the subway yesterday with this mail crate, which is a conversation starter, let me tell you. If you ever need one, just carry one of these. (Laughter) And a man just stared at me, and he was like, "Well, why dont you use the Internet?" And I thought, "Well, sir, I am not a strategist, nor am I specialist. I am merely a storyteller." And so I could tell you about a woman whose husband has just come home from Afghanistan, and she is having a hard time unearthing this thing called conversation, and so she tucks love letters throughout the house as a way to say, "Come back to me. Find me when you can." Or a girl who decides that she is going to leave love letters around her campus in Dubuque, Iowa, only to find her efforts ripple-effected the next day when she walks out onto the quad and finds love letters hanging from the trees, tucked in the bushes and the benches. Or the man who decides that he is going to take his life, uses Facebook as a way to say goodbye to friends and family. Well, tonight he sleeps safely with a stack of letters just like this one tucked beneath his pillow, scripted by strangers who were there for him when.
These are the kinds of stories that convinced me that letter-writing will never again need to flip back her hair and talk about efficiency, because she is an art form now, all the parts of her, the signing, the scripting, the mailing, the doodles in the margins. The mere fact that somebody would even just sit down, pull out a piece of paper and think about someone the whole way through, with an intention that is so much harder to unearth when the browser is up and the iPhone is pinging and weve got six conversations rolling in at once, that is an art form that does not fall down to the Goliath of "get faster," no matter how many social networks we might join. We still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too long. Thank you. (Applause) (Applause)
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇5
Good afternoon everyone! I’m very glad to stand here and give you a short speech about an army.
The U.S. Air Force Pararescue Jumper was founded in 1942. Pararescuemen task with recovery and medical treatment of personnel in humanitarian and combat environments. Their motto, "That Others May Live," reaffirms the PJ's commitment to save lives and self-sacrifice.
They had played a great role in many rescue missions, which makes difficult tasks become easier. Over the years, they have achieved many honors from the U.S. government. Why are there so many achievements? In my opinion, there are two reasons. On the one hand, they are brave; on the other hand, their equipment is advanced.
Today I will focus on introducing their equipments.
Firstly, I will introduce the helmet to you. Pararescuemen have three types of helmets. This picture shows us MICH2000. This is MICH2001. This is MICH2002.
The next part is about the Combat dress. Here I will mainly show you some pictures of Pararescuemen wearing PCU and FORG. This is the first picture about Pararescuemen who wear PCU in the jump training. This is
another picture of Pararescuemen wearing FORG soar in the sky.
Then, I will introduce the FOOTWEAR. It is the new development of Belleville 600. It’s danner. It’s PJ members wearing ASOLO FSN 95.
After we knew the helmet and shoes, the FOOTWEAR BODY ARMOR and VEST are also very important for Pararescuemen.
Now let's learn about them. PJ mainly adopts the products which are made by Paraclete company and EAGLE company. This picture shows RAV. This picture shows HPC. It’s rrv. PJ members wearing H-H and PCU are shooting. It’s AWS. It’s Safariland BODY ARMOR. It’s SURVIVAL. It’s PACA.
Finally, let's take a look at the weapons using by PJ,such as M4A1，MP5 and so on.
Through introducing all equipments of Pararescuemen, I believe all of you can have a deeper understanding of this organization.
In the end，I will use one minute to show you a video and you will have an intuitive feeling about my presentation.
Ok, my fellow classmates, that’s all my presentation, I hope you have enjoyed it. Thanks for listening.
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇6
My friend Gail and get along with "cancer" for four years, the illness is getting worse. There is a chat with a friend, Gail mentioned that he had a childhood dream is to have a red kuaizui radio car, but when she was a child, never received such a gift for she always believed, as long as your birthday wish, will not come true. One day, I saw a small red kuaizui radio car at an ice cream stand in the window, as long as you in the weekly lottery draw, the car will become you, after each transaction to fill out a raffle you can participate in the lottery, but I eat sweet canister several weeks later, but still Not to be able to win a car, I have to work up the courage to ask people who see booth, is not that I can use the money to buy one, so I went to the window, ice cream stand what sequence of events, but found his throat choked, tears could not live in the eyes, but I'm still trying to finish the self reason want to buy this car, to sign a check, I took the car, the car received a lid, a childhood dream came true, but the next day, I have received such a letter:
Dear Bonnie
In life there is always a chance that can let you unconditionally pay some goodwill, my parents within six months have died because of cancer, not to those who care about my friends to pay the generosity and love, love my parents is not likely to survive this period.
Wish you all the best!
英语主题经典演讲稿 篇7
Japan has a fairy tale
Two children have to go to the beach to play, play tired, two people lying on the beach asleep. One child had a dream, dream across the island lived a millionaire, a piece of the Camellia in rich garden, in a white camellia root. Buried in a jar of gold.
The child told the dream to another child. After that, he could not help but sigh: it is a pity that it is only a dream!
Another child listened to a very moving, and then buried in the hearts of the seeds of the dream, said, you can sell this dream to me!
After the child bought a dream, he went to the island, hard to reach the island, and found that the island lived a rich man, so he volunteered to become a millionaire servant
He found in the garden, really have a lot of tea, Camellia years, he every year to put the heavy camellias over and over again dug soil. In this way, the number of tea growing better, rich also to he better. Finally one day, he by the white camellia the foundation of digging down, really dug up a jar of gold.
The man who bought the dream returned to the countryside and became the richest man; the man who sold his dream, though he kept dreaming, never dreamed of it
Life sentiment: Although the dream is far away, but as long as we insist on, there will be a day to achieve. Because of the great dream, no dream of life, but also the most boring life!