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初三学生励志英语演讲稿
演讲稿的内容要根据具体情境、具体场合来确定，要求情感真实，尊重观众。在不断进步的时代，需要使用演讲稿的事情愈发增多，相信很多朋友都对写演讲稿感到非常苦恼吧，以下是小编整理的初三学生励志英语演讲稿，希望能够帮助到大家。
初三学生励志英语演讲稿1
Hello,everyone.My name is Yao Qingyu.I’m fr-om Class6,Grade8.
Today I will tell you a story about “Homes and have to”.
There are many villages in northern Korea, persimmon garden.
Every time after the harvest season, local fruit total number ofripe persimmon should remain on the books. People are curiousasked: These red and ask what is not a big persimmon https://p.9136.com/24e?"Growers said," That is reserved for magpie food. "
Originally wanted to go tospend the winter here each year magpies. One year the winter isespecially cold in a row for several days under the snow, magpiesfail to find food, were all frozen to death overnight.
The following spring,persimmon tree blossom, persimmon garden has given rise to anunknown caterpillar, could not knot garden of persimmon fruit isalmost never produced. After this incident, an annual autumnseason, fruit will not forget to leave some mature persimmon, socome here to spend the winter persimmon have enough food. To thefollowing spring, the Magpies are not busy flying away, for farmersto catch insects on the tree. The fruit of wisdom deeply felt:leave room for others, that is, left to its own vitality andhope.
If theagricultural life of the homes, homes were being undone, smallhomes too small, large homes large enough. Shall not accept defeat.
Thank you for your listening.
初三学生励志英语演讲稿2
What is future?Every time I look at the stars in the sky,I ask myself.It's realy a hard question to answer it.The universe is boundless,we don't know where are we fr-om and where shall we go.I stand there,at sea.
Last Sunday,there was a rain of meteors.I went to the belcony towait for their coming.Above my shoulder,it was the wind.Above the wind,it was the sky,huge and blue,with sparkling stars.Suddenly,a shooting star appeared.I hurried to pray for her happiness,staring at it.I wanted to pray for more,but it had already died out.I realised ,future is not carved on the meteors,but it's now,around us.
When a fortune-teller look at your palm,she'll tell you how your future will be like.That's a way you place your hope on.But it's not realistic.The future is the things and people around you.What you should do is to try to do everything well,don't care much about the results.Be kind to all the people around you,and love them.Although the world is not full of love,the life is not a bed of rose,you should sdick on your belief.When time passes,you'll find everything you do is worth while.
Years is glorious.Because no way you can stop time fr-om elasping.How time flies!Just like the flowers in spring,the sunshine in summer,the moon in mid-autumn and the snow in winter.Maybe one morning you'll never wake up,you'll never see the sunrise or the sunset;you'll never see your sweatheart or talk to her,you'll never hear the sound of the nature or wander on the path among the trees,you'll never swim in the lake or climb the mountains.
Time is gold.Every minute is precious.We should make best use of it.Don't waste even one minute.Spend time in working,in laughing,in playing games and in loving.
Each of us has a kite flying in the sky,and we also have a string each.
Children's kite is childhood,the string is grown.
Lovers' kite is love,the string is daily life.
I have a kite,it is called dream,the string in my hands is reality.
The wind which makes kites fly is future.Kites are not free,but we still have power to control them and let them fly higher and higher.The string is in my hands,future is now in my hands.
Future is now,forget the fortune-teller,clench your fists!
初三学生励志英语演讲稿3
youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. this often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. nobody grows old merely by a number of years. we grow old by deserting our ideals.
years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. in the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power fr-om men and fr-om the infinite, so long are you young.
when the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.