那個演講稿(5篇)

第1篇 紀(jì)念一二九運(yùn)動演講稿 - 那個日子

歷史的風(fēng)

吹翻了六十六頁日歷

那個冷嗖嗖的日子

開始鮮活的

在我的眼中演繹

雪花不再潔白

那個寒冷的冬季

只有一種

金戈鐵馬般的吶喊

剝開了這個古國

深重的外衣

露出傷痕累累的軀體

一滴血

濺到我的額頭

烙上一種

深深的印記

時間如北風(fēng)般

呼嘯而過

那個日子蒼黃并遠(yuǎn)去

但現(xiàn)實(shí)的肩膀

能不能承受

那些曾經(jīng)沸騰的____

日子依舊站在

世紀(jì)的脊背上

默默凝望

窗外

陽光溫柔的

撫摸大地

只是不知在它的記憶中

那個日子

是否如雕塑

永遠(yuǎn)屹立

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第2篇 感恩教育主題演講稿：感謝那個待你如全部的女人

老舍先生曾在他的《我的母親》一文中這樣寫道：“失去了慈母，便像花插在瓶子里，雖然還有色有香，卻失去了根?！笔前。赣H的愛就像泥土般平凡，默默滋養(yǎng)萬物，卻不曾被人記起，只有失去了，才發(fā)覺是那么重要。

我們的生命，是伴隨著母親的十月懷胎，是伴隨母親幾近昏厥的疼痛，是伴隨著母親虛弱的微笑，才來到這個世上的。

從那之后，母親便要時刻守護(hù)在我們身旁。我們餓了，她給我們最香甜的乳汁；我們困了，她給我們最溫暖的懷抱；我們不開心了，她給我們以溫聲細(xì)語……母親的愛很平凡，卻處處透露出偉大！

可時光的流逝最是無情，白了她的頭發(fā)，枯了她的皮膚，模糊了她的雙眼，疏遠(yuǎn)了她最親近的我們。

我們長大了，不希望被束縛了，聽不進(jìn)她的嘮叨了，也學(xué)會和她頂嘴了，忘記了她曾為我們所做的那么多了?？善鋵?shí)她并不怪我們，她只是默默地站在我們身后，等待我們轉(zhuǎn)身，給我們依舊溫暖的懷抱。

我也是個十五歲的孩子，我也有所謂的青春期，也幻想著能夠獨(dú)自生活，脫離媽媽的管教。為此，我們總是爭執(zhí)不斷，見了面就像敵人一樣，再也不像小時候那么依賴媽媽溫暖的懷抱了?？珊髞砦也胖?，每次吵完架，媽媽都會一個人傷心很久，每次吵完架，她臉上的皺紋都會更明顯一些！媽，我錯了，對不起……

記得某天夜晚，我又和您吵架了，后來回到房間里的我一直渾身發(fā)抖，不停地發(fā)抖。我不知道是因?yàn)榭謶诌€是寒冷，但不管我如何努力，都不能使它停止，不停地發(fā)抖讓我處在煎熬中。

就在我手足無措的時候，媽媽來了，她立刻發(fā)現(xiàn)了我的異常，擔(dān)心的她馬上便將我抱在懷中。在那一剎那，我似乎恍恍惚惚看到了小時候那個依偎在母親懷抱中的我。于是身體不在顫抖，靈魂也為之安寧，母愛的力量驅(qū)散了我心靈上的雜疾，給我以溫暖。

眼淚不覺地滑落，母親，才是那個最關(guān)心你的人??！這時候我真想大聲說：“媽，我愛您！”

母親，就像一棵大樹，或許她不夠茂密，不夠挺拔，但總歸是我們的依靠。春天，我們倚著她幻想；夏天，我們倚著她歡樂；秋天，我們倚著她成熟；冬天，我們倚著她沉思?；蛟S我們沒有寬厚的肩膀，但同樣可以撐起她半片天空！

讓我們一起行動起來，感恩那個待你如全部的女人！

第3篇 ted英語演講：我不是你們心目中的那個亞裔形象

我不是你們心目中的那個亞裔形象

my name is canwen, and i play both the piano and the violin.

i aspire to some day be a doctor,and my favorite subject is calculus.

my mom and dad are tiger parents,who won't let me go to sleepovers,but they make up for it by serving my favorite meal every single day.

rice.

and i'm a really bad driver.so my question for you now is,'how long did it take you to figure out i was joking?'

as you've probably guessed,today i am going to talk about race and i'll start off by sharing with you my story of growing up asian-american.

i moved to the united states when i was two years old, so almost my entire life has been a blend of two cultures.

i eat pasta with chopsticks. i'm addicted to orange chicken, and my childhood hero was yao ming.

but having grown up in north dakota, south dakota, and idaho, all states with incredible little racial diversity, it was difficult to reconcile

my so-called e_otic chinese heritage with my mainstream american self.

used to being the only asian in the room,i was self-conscious at the first thing people noticed about me was, that i wasn't white.

and as a child i quickly began to realize that i had two options in front of me.

conformed to the stereotype that was e_pected of me,or conformed to the whiteness that surrounded me.

there was no in between. for me, this meant that i always felt self-conscious about being good at maths, because people would just say it was because i was asian,not because i actually worked hard.

it meant that whenever a boy asked me out,it was because he had the yellow fever,and not because he actually liked me.

it meant that for the longest time ，my identity had formed around the fact that i was different.

and i thought that being asian was the only special thing about me.

these effects were emphasized by the places where i lived.

don't get me wrong. only a small percentage of people were actually racist,or, even borderline racist, but the vast majority were

just a little bit clueless.

now, i know you are probably thinking, 'what's the difference?'

well, here is an e_ample. not racist can sound like,'i'm white and you're not.'

racist can sound like, 'i'm white, you're not,and that makes me better than you.'

but clueless sounds like,'i'm white, you're not,and i don't know how to deal with that.'

now, i don't doubt for a second that these clueless people are still nice individuals with great intentions.

but they do ask some questions that become pretty annoying after a while.

here are a few e_amples. 'you're chinese, oh my goodness,

i have a chinese friend, do you know him?'

'no.

i don't know him.

because contrary to your unrealistic e_pectations, i do not know every single one of the 1.35 billion chinese people who live on planet earth.'

people also tend to ask, 'where does your name come from?',and i really don't know how to answer that,so i usually stick with the truth.

'my parents gave it to me.where does your name come from?'

don't even get me started on how many times people have confused me with a different asian person.

one time someone came up to me and said,'angie, i love your art work!'and i was super confused,so i just thanked them and walked away.

but, out of all the questions my favorite one is still the classic, 'where are you from?',because i've lived in quite a few places, so this is how the conversation usually goes.

'where are you from?''oh, i am from boise, idaho.''i see, but where are you really from?''i mean, i lived in south dakota for a while.'

'okay, what about before that?'

'i mean, i lived in north dakota.'

'okay, i'm just going to cut straight to the chase here, i guess what i'm saying is,have you ever lived anywhere far away from here,where people talk a little differently?'

'oh, i know where you talking about,yes i have, i used to live in te_as.'

by then, they usually have just given up and wonder to themselves why i'm not one of the cool asians like jeremy lin or jackie chan,or they skip the needless banter and go straight for the,'where is your family from?'

so, just an fyi for all of you out there,that is the safest strategy.

but, as amusing as these interactions were,oftentimes they made me want to reject my own culture,because i thought it helped me conform.

i distanced myself from the asian stereotype as much as possible,

by degrading my own race,and pretending i hated math.

and the worse part was, it worked.the more i rejected my chinese identity,the more popular i became.

my peers liked me more,because i was more similar to them.

i became more confident,because i knew i was more similar to them.

but as i became more americanized,i also began to lose bits and pieces of myself,parts of me that i can never get back, and no matter how much i tried to pretend that i was the same as my american classmates,i wasn't.

because for people who have lived in the places where i lived,

white is the norm, and for me, white became the norm too.

for my fourteenth birthday, i received the video game the sims 3, which lets you create your own characters and control their lives.

my fourteen-year-old self created the perfect little mainstream family,complete with a huge mansion and an enormous swimming pool.

i binge-played the game for about three months, then put it away and never really thought about it again, until a few weeks ago, when i came to a sudden realization.

the family, that i had custom-designed, was white.the character that i had designed for myself, was white. everyone i had designed was white.

and the worst part was, this was by no means a conscious decision that i had made.

never once did i think to myself that i could actually make the characters look like me.

without even thinking, white had become my norm too.

the truth is, asian americans play a strange role in the american melting pot.

we are the model minority. society uses our success to pit us against other people of color as justification that racism doesn't e_ist.

but was does that mean for us, asian americans?

it means that we are not quite similar enough to be accepted, but we aren't different enough to be loathed.

we are in a perpetually grey zone, and society isn't quite sure

what to do with us. so they group us by the color of our skin.

they tell us that we must reject our own heritages,so we can fit in with the crowd. they tell us that our foreignness is the only identifying characteristic of us.

they strip away our identities one by one,until we are foreign,

but not quite foreign, american but not quite american,individual, but only when there are no other people from our native country around.

i wish that i had always had the courage to speak out about these issues.

but coming from one culture that avoids confrontation,and another that is divided over race,how do i overcome the pressure to keep the peace,while also staying true to who i am?

and as much as i hate to admit it,often times i don't speak out,because, if i do,it's at the the risk of being told that i am too sensitive,or that i get offended too easily,or that it's just not worth it.

but i would point,are people willing to admit that?

yes, race issues are controversial.

but that's precisely the reason why we need to talk about them.

i just turned eighteen,and there are still so many things that i don't know about the world.

but what i do know is that it's hard to admit that you might be part of the problem, that, all of us might be part of the problem.

so, instead of giving you a step-by-step guide on how to not be racist towards asians, i will let you decide what to take from this talk.

all i can do, is share my story. my name is canwen, my favorite color is purple.

and i play the piano,but not so much the violin.

i have two incredibly supportive, hardworking parents, and one very awesome ten-year-old brother. i love calculus more than anything, despise eating rice, and i'm a horrendous driver.

but most of all, i am proud of who i am. a little bit american, a little bit chinese, and a whole lot of both.

thank you.

第4篇 幼兒教師演講稿：那個長大了要娶我當(dāng)老婆的小男孩

那個長大了要娶我當(dāng)老婆的小男孩

農(nóng)墾一小 陸桂嬌

整理抽屜時，王柏杰的賀卡又映入我的眼簾。再次打開它，看著那工整的字跡，真誠的祝福，心中依然感動不已。

附賀卡祝福語：

a面 陸老師：

在元旦來臨之前，我先祝您元旦快樂！身體健康，萬事如意，早生貴子！（這是在他得知我結(jié)婚的消息后制作的賀卡，我休完婚假后第一天上班就收到了這張賀卡。我聽他找了我好多回。）做一個善良、長壽的人！（這句話我喜歡。）

您的學(xué)生：王柏杰

2004年12月29日

b面 祝陸老師：

天天快樂、日日美麗（好！我會努力的。雖然美麗做不到，快樂總是可以選擇的。）

記得三年前那一幕：

“今天中午，王柏杰和陳鑫龍在吵架，都說長大了要娶陸老師當(dāng)老婆?！敝等湛慈胀兴奚岬姆蠋熜χf。

“哈哈，那我不愁嫁不出去了，至少現(xiàn)在有兩個小男子漢爭著當(dāng)人選?！被蛟S有些人會說：“天啊，這些學(xué)前班的小家伙，小小年紀(jì)竟然說什么結(jié)婚，而且還要娶自已的老師。真是不像話?！笨晌也贿@么認(rèn)為，聽到這樣的一個消息，我心中滋長出一絲別樣的幸福。因?yàn)檫@說明在他們的心中，陸老師是美麗的，陸老師是他們的最愛。經(jīng)常聽到家長們對我說：“我的小孩最喜歡陸老師?！泵看温牶笪铱偸菢泛呛堑?，開心不已。

記得三天前那一幕：

在海墾天橋碰到王柏杰的媽媽，我們互相打招呼，然后聊了起來，我說到王柏杰送給我的賀卡，說到我的感動。他媽媽說：“你沒看他那認(rèn)真勁，寫字時一筆一劃的。我都羨慕他對你那么好了?！薄昂髞磉€是我征得他的同意后才能欣賞到那張賀卡呢！”……“現(xiàn)在，他有些時候不聽話，我們還會說，陸老師那么愛你，……陸老師可不希望你這樣?！保]想到，時隔三年，我對王柏杰依然有影響力。）

今天中午，他在教學(xué)樓二樓樓梯口隔著窗戶對我大喊：“陸老師好！”“你好！”我微笑著回應(yīng)他。在樓下遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)地望著蹲著的他，心中早已盛滿幸福。

孩子，謝謝你！因?yàn)?，有你，想不天天快樂都難。

2022年3月10日

第5篇 感謝那個待你如全部的女人演講稿

感謝那個待你如全部的女人演講稿

老舍先生曾在他的《我的母親》一文中這樣寫道：“失去了慈母，便像花插在瓶子里，雖然還有色有香，卻失去了根，”是啊，母親的愛就像泥土般平凡，默默滋養(yǎng)萬物，卻不曾被人記起，只有失去了，才發(fā)覺是那么重要。

我們的生命，是伴隨著母親的十月懷胎，是伴隨母親幾近昏厥的疼痛，是伴隨著母親虛弱的微笑，才來到這個世上的。

從那之后，母親便要時刻守護(hù)在我們身旁。我們餓了，她給我們最香甜的乳汁；我們困了，她給我們最溫暖的懷抱；我們不開心了，她給我們以溫聲細(xì)語……母親的愛很平凡，卻處處透露出偉大！

可時光的流逝最是無情，白了她的頭發(fā)，枯了她的皮膚，模糊了她的雙眼，疏遠(yuǎn)了她最親近的我們。

我們長大了，不希望被束縛了，聽不進(jìn)她的嘮叨了，也學(xué)會和她頂嘴了，忘記了她曾為我們所做的那么多了。可其實(shí)她并不怪我們，她只是默默地站在我們身后，等待我們轉(zhuǎn)身，給我們依舊溫暖的懷抱。

我也是個十五歲的`孩子，我也有所謂的青春期，也幻想著能夠獨(dú)自生活，脫離媽媽的管教。為此，我們總是爭執(zhí)不斷，見了面就像敵人一樣，再也不像小時候那么依賴媽媽溫暖的懷抱了。可后來我才知道，每次吵完架，媽媽都會一個人傷心很久，每次吵完架，她臉上的皺紋都會更明顯一些！媽，我錯了，對不起……

記得某天夜晚，我又和您吵架了，后來回到房間里的我一直渾身發(fā)抖，不停地發(fā)抖。我不知道是因?yàn)榭謶诌€是寒冷，但不管我如何努力，都不能使它停止，不停地發(fā)抖讓我處在煎熬中。

就在我手足無措的時候，媽媽來了，她立刻發(fā)現(xiàn)了我的異常，擔(dān)心的她馬上便將我抱在懷中。在那一剎那，我似乎恍恍惚惚看到了小時候那個依偎在母親懷抱中的我。于是身體不在顫抖，靈魂也為之安寧，母愛的力量驅(qū)散了我心靈上的雜疾，給我以溫暖。

眼淚不覺地滑落，母親，才是那個最關(guān)心你的人??！這時候我真想大聲說：“媽，我愛您！”

母親，就像一棵大樹，或許她不夠茂密，不夠挺拔，但總歸是我們的依靠。春天，我們倚著她幻想；夏天，我們倚著她歡樂；秋天，我們倚著她成熟；冬天，我們倚著她沉思?；蛟S我們沒有寬厚的肩膀，但同樣可以撐起她半片天空！

讓我們一起行動起來，感恩那個待你如全部的女人！