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英语的演讲【第一篇】

Hi, my name is xxx. I'm xx years old, a middle school student apparently. I love music very much although I'm not very good at singing. I've been playing guzheng, an ancient traditional instrument for a long time and now I'm in level 10, which means a really high level among the amateurs. Apart from that, I also like to reading and writing. They both give me a lot of fun and build my unique personality as well as my goal and dream. I like Wangfei very much. She could be my favorite singer.... Personally, I've been considering I have a really complicated personality BECause sometimes don't really like to study, sometimes..... However, I'm very positive and look forwards to my future because I'm the one who will realize my goal.

I have spent fifteen years in my life. So, this is my ninth year to study. By the way, my name is WengJingru. My father thought hard about my name. He consulted the dictionary two times to find how to name me. Of course, this name is very good and I like it very much. Sometimes I think I am a little strange. Because I often think the world isn’t full of happiness. And I want to be different from others. I hate superficial people. But always I am very out-going and kind to others. I can’t say ‘no’ to others. So I don’t know how to refuse. I can’t see I am a pretty girl, but I am not an ugly person, either. I am very general. I can’t say too

much about my appearance. In this term, I make a little progress in my study. In my life, I have my parents’ love, and many, many people’s love. I am happy. I achieved so much, an

d I also lost so much. My star sign is Aquarius. It represents kindness and wisdom. But I don’t think I am such a clever person. Maybe I am modest. Aquarius has many friends. It also says that some people think I am strange because I hate to be like others. I try to do everything differently. I like yellow the most. Yellow is the color of the sun, it can remind me of a warm, sunny day. Yellow is also the color of wisdom. And I like it because it is one of the colors that are vivid. Of course, most students have problems in their study. I don’t know how to make progress. I think I should work harder. That is the only way. I like reading very much. My favorite writer is GuoJingming. And now I am reading a book called ‘Gone with Wind’. I keep reading half an hour every day. I like English and Chinese best. I want to establish an English club. I want everyone to speak English in the daily life. All above are my real things. I hope everyone will like , name's ***,I'm from ***.It's really a fantacy place,people there are very friendly and 're also some places of interests in my hometown,I love it and hope that you can visite it was graduated from ** School/University,it's also a nice 're 3 people in my family,you know,my parents and love each other and live a happy

usually play ballgames in my spare time,and I think I'm good at dream is to play a basketball game with my idol--Kobe one day. :) So, you see,I'm really an easygoing 's all,thank you.

英语的演讲【第二篇】

The Great Wall, which is also called “wan li chang cheng” in Chinese language, is not only the treasure of Chinese civilization, but also the masterpiece made by the ancient Chinese people. The Great Wall is not only one of the world cultural heritages, but the symbol of the Chinese nation. Its architectural value is comparable to its historical and strategic importance. Among the numerous remains of the Great Wall, Badaling in Beijing is the most popular destination that has won fame both at home and abroad. It can also be regarded as the most representative section of the Wall ever constructed during the Ming Dynasty. Every year it attracts many tourists from all over the world.

长城(the Great Wall)又被称作“万里长城”，不仅是中华文明的瑰宝，也是中国古代人民智慧的结晶。长城是世界文化遗产(world cultural heritage)之一，更是中华民族的象征。其在建筑上的'价值，足以与其在历史和战略上的重要性相媲美。长城现存的遗址有很多处，其中北京的八达岭长城是驰名中外的景区，也是明代长城最具代表性的一段，每年都会接待来自世界各地的许多游客。

英语的演讲【第三篇】

I was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to the 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 , 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)

英文的演讲【第四篇】

Friends:

A few hours away, it's Singles' Day again, the legendary Singles' Day tonight, while the mobile phone can still open the web page, browse the space, completely by the two major themes of the screen is a Double 11 shopping spree, but also brought out a new word - chop hands.

The other is pretending to be mature, clamoring to end singleness one by one, but suffering from no one to watch the two themes take turns to brush the screen, I can only silently close the space. Because I know that I don't have enough money, I don't have to worry about chopping my hands, I am still a student, it is not suitable to end the single life, or obediently read the book and talk about it.

What I can do is lie down, close my eyes, and slowly recall what I learned today, perhaps, only in this way can I be worthy of the youth consumed today and make me smile to welcome Double 11.

There will be Double 11 every year, but I can only come once for the college entrance examination, and I absolutely can't do it again, this is my Double 11, which is different from most people's Double 11 combat mode.

朋友们：

还差几个小时，又到了一年的双十一了，传说中的大光棍节今夜，趁着手机还能打开网页，浏览了空间，完全被两大主题刷屏了一个是双十一的购物狂欢，还顺带带出了一个新词汇——剁手。

另一个就是在装成熟，一个个嚷着要结束单身，却苦于无人来约看着两大主题轮番刷屏，我只能默默的关闭空间。因为我知道，自己没有足够的钱，我就不必担心自己要剁手了，我现在还是学生，不适合结束单身生活，还是乖乖的把书读出来再说。

我能做的就是好好躺着，闭上眼睛，慢慢的回忆，今天我学了哪些知识点，或许，唯有如此，才对得起今天所消耗的青春，才能让我微笑的迎接双十一。

双十一年年都会有，但我的高考只可以来一次，绝对不可以重来，这就是我的双十一，与大多数人都不一样的双十一战斗模式。