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作文模板演讲稿篇1
hello everybody! my name is chen xuanlin. it is my pleasure to be here to share my opinions of growing pains.
grow up, like a boat in my life, driving the wave surface. sometimes, be in calm, sometimes be in rough. but the boat i was growing up, not everything is going. for me, sour,sweet,bitter,ho t,everything .
now, as i grow up, are becoming adults, so in the eyes of parents, i was no longer to be a kid. sometimes, they say "you've grown up,not a children!" when i listen to this,my head will be pain.
when i was a little boy, my life is so relaxed.but now, in front of the waves are bigger, and more twists and turns the sea,i become a middle school student, that i have all gone past. i'm taller, homework more, study more subjects,have more test.when i was a boy, i am wrong no matter what happened, no one to blame me.but now,if i do something wrong,my parents will shout. the relaxe time will far away from me.i will be more busy.
study pressure always troubling me. grown up, more work gradually like hills. after school, i do not dare to play, to see their favorite book, i'm afraid i can't complete the work, i can only try very hard to make the pen in my book on wave, for example, i have to run on the way home. the course also gradually heavy. every home in the evening review, i looked at a lot of books, i really do not know to study what subject, is chinese? or math? or geography? or……
what should i do? to look life in the future.
作文模板演讲稿篇2
different people have different career outlooks. some people want to become civil servants; some people hope to start their own business; some people dream of being freelancers, and so on.
however, my ideal job is teaching. firstly, isquo;m told that teachers have a high income. with the high income, i can open a training school to help the children in poor families with their education. secondly, teachers always have summer and winter holidays, thus i will have more free time to relax myself. more importantly, teachers are angels to students, who can pass on the knowledge to students as well as help them develop their hobbies and interests. i cansquo;t imagine how happy i will feel when i see my students become elites.
in order to be a qualified teacher, i should read more books to acquire more knowledge, and train my patience and improve my communication and handwriting abilities.
作文模板演讲稿篇3
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 they're 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. they're 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 it's 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 don't 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 we've 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)
作文模板演讲稿篇4
good afternoon,ladies and gentlemen，
i’m wang from class*grade*.it’s my pleasure to stand here today to talk about my school—dalian no.9 middle school.
two years ago,when i first stepped into no.9 middle school,i immediately fell in love with it. it is a beautiful school.the buildings are new and the walls are covered with wild roses that dazzle theeyes in the bee-humming air. i’ve thought of it often.how the grass turns green in the springtime,and how the mocking birds flutter their tails and sing,how the moon shines down on the building,how the cuckoo waltz rings out the precious short-lived hours,how the teenagers in bright summer dresses promenade the grassy lawn.
during these two years，my teachers have given me unconditional support,and have given their words of encouragement in good times and their words of consolation in difficult moments.they have always given me alittle more than i asked for and instilled in me the values and principles that govern my life now.it’s the teachers’ instruction here that tells me the art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go.the rabbis of old put it this way “a man comes to the world with his fist clenched,but when he dies,his hand is open.” i’ve learned a lot from my classmates and friends,we have overcomed many difficulties.they have always been optimistic and humorous.when my feet hurt,they all cared about me and some of them offered to help me up and down stairs.we play together,we learn together and we grow up together.it’s the help between our classmates that tells me how to love my life.however mean life is ,meet it and live it.it’s the school motto that tells me to improve myself,seek truth and develop innovations.
i love my school because of all this,besides,there is something more than i can say.
to end my speech ,let’s all give our best wishes to thefurther development of our campus! thank you.
作文模板演讲稿篇5
every one has his own dream.when i was a little kid ,my dream was even to have a candy shop of my own .but now ,when i am 16 years old ,standing here ,my dreams have already changed a lot.
i have got quite different experience from other girls.while they were playing toys at home,while they were dreaming to be the princesses in the story .i was running in the hard rain,jumping in the heavy snow,pitching in the strong wind.nothing could stop me ,because of a wonderful call from my heart -- to be an athlete.yeah ,of course ,i'm an athlete,i'm so proud of that all the time .
when i was 10 years old ,i became a shot-put athlete.the training was really hard ,i couldn't bear the heavy shot in my hands .but i always believe that "god only help those who help themselves".during those hard days,i find i was growing more quickly than others of the same age.to be an athlete is my most correct choice.but,i quit my team after entering high school because of a silly excuse.i really didn't want to stop my sports career anyway.
today i say to you my friends that even though i must face the difficulties of yesterday ,today and tomorrow .i still have a dream .it is a dream deeply rooted in my soul.
i have a dream that one day ,i can run,jump and pitch just like i used to be.
i have a dream that one day , i can go back to my dream sports and join the national team.
i have a dream that one day ,i can stand on the highest place at the olympic games.with all the cameras pointing at me.i will tell everyone that i'm so proud to be a chinese athlete!
this is my hope .this is the faith that i continue my steps with!!!
with this faith ,i will live though the strong wind and heavy rain ,never give up !
so let victory ring from my heart,from all of you.when we allow victory to ring .i must be the one!
in my imagination,i'm a bird ,a magical bird.i carry my dreams all with me by my big wings. i fly though the mountains ,though the forests ,over the sea,to the sun ,the warmest place in the aerospace!
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