《口才课上两分钟演讲稿【合集三篇】》
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口才课上两分钟演讲稿 篇1
也不知从哪一夜开始,总是呼啸着的北风竟也牵着些许柔意捎来了破冰的声响,于是心下小小地兴奋。终于,春天要来了。
早春之晨,伴着朝阳划破暗夜的轻响,万物从沉睡之中醒来,春风徐徐吹散了迷蒙的冬日尘埃,吹来了旷野中的清新空气,仰起头深深地呼吸,感受露气伴着泥土的清香,感受着生命的味道。
步子轻快地踏着初露嫩尖的碧草,抬头见望见那株桃树上已有星星点点含苞的粉红,好似玉立婷婷的少女静静地垂首微笑般娇羞欲滴。柳树也已吐出了翠绿的嫩芽,一条条树枝在风中轻晃,犹如娴静的女子在安然地梳着如水长发。路边的二月兰不甘落后地绽放了绛紫的小花,随着微风轻轻摇晃,也摇出了我的满心舒切。
正要俯身去摘那地上的小巧,却忽然由那一闪而过的翩翩素影牵扯了心神。原来是一只玲珑的白蝴蝶扇着翅膀在春日暖阳中舞蹈,阳光温柔地拢住它的双翅,被它盈盈地挥出萦乱却悦目的光线。我微笑地上前追去想要一触那飞舞的洁白,却见它一转身,将自己隐进了漫发的柳枝中,我一怔,不懈地撇了撇嘴,望着它欢快飞去的影子只得无奈又渴望地叹了一声。
“几处早莺争暖树,谁家新燕啄春泥”,莺莺燕燕忙碌地为自己选家筑巢,一声又一声清脆悦耳的啼喃划响了春日的天空,在空气中漾起圈圈涟漪。
悠闲地躺在柔软的草坪上,轻吹着飘过来的杨花柳絮,任由温暖的阳光由树上稀疏斑驳地洒落我的周身,好似柔软的锦被盖在我身上,让人说不出的舒服妥帖。眯起眼静静看着清明澄澈的天空,让那一抹炫蓝滤过眸中透入心底,将心湖也染成了同样轻快的颜色。悉数着天上一朵朵奇形怪状的云,任由想象在这无限春日里驰骋,所有的舒心快乐都化作了朗朗的笑声。
在这个如魅惑般温柔的季节里,深深地,深深地沉醉了……
口才课上两分钟演讲稿 篇2
尊敬的老师、亲爱的同学们:
大家好!我演讲的题目是《梦想在绽放》
梦想象征着光明、希望和威力。从普罗米修斯盗圣火拯救人类,到阿拉丁神灯实现人的愿望,再到宝莲灯赋予人以力量,这些神话充分说明了梦想这盏明灯时时指引着人类前进的脚步。正因为心怀梦想,我们的先辈才历尽坎坷艰难却不停止前行的脚步;正因为心怀梦想,我们的祖国才历尽沧桑却依然信心不改。
当***战争击破“天朝上国”的迷梦时;当日本侵略者扬言三个月灭亡中国时;当南京大屠杀无数生命被无情践踏时,无数的仁人志士心中就怀着一个梦想,一个民族复兴的梦想。中国梦的种子就已悄然种在祖国母亲这块伤痕累累、贫瘠荒芜的土地上。
170多年来,无数中华儿女就执着于这个梦,为民族复兴而上下求索。孙中山领导中华人民推翻了统治中国20xx多年的封建制度;八年抗日战争中无数先烈用鲜血染红了五星红旗。一路艰辛终于换来了歌声飘扬,当无与伦比的奥运会在北京完美落幕时;当天宫一号、嫦娥一号在太空自由翱翔时;当我们的航母已经下水起航时,几代人为中华复兴而奋斗,把自己熔铸于中国百余年沧桑的历史图景中,令人感慨,催人奋进。
20xx年姚明在退役发布会上感言:“感谢这个伟大进步的时代,使我有机会去实现自己的梦想和价值。”当然,我们每个人未必都像姚明那样尽情绽放了自己的梦想,但也都或多或少的实现着自己的梦想。尽管我们的梦想实现的未必尽如人意,有的还在抱怨,学习不够好,工作不够顺利,家庭不够富裕。但与自己的过去相比,梦想的旅程都早已离开原点,梦想的花朵已然开始绽放。也许,执着于自己的梦想久了,我们可能忘了梦想成长的土壤。也许,有的人会说,自己梦想的实现得益于自己的奋斗,这个时代、我们的国家并没有为我们做什么。然而,百余年前的中国人不敢有梦,百余年后的我们都有自己的梦,期间的差别就在于“中国梦”正在一步步实现。
口才课上两分钟演讲稿 篇3
And some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak. we must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak. and we must rejoice as well, for surely this is the first time in our nation's history that a significant number of its religious leaders have chosen to move beyond the prophesying of smooth patriotism to the high grounds of a firm dissent based upon the mandates of conscience and the reading of history. perhaps a new spirit is rising among us. if it is, let us trace its movements and pray that our own inner being may be sensitive to its guidance, for we are deeply in need of a new way beyond the darkness that seems so close around us.
over the past two years, as i have moved to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the burnings of my own heart, as i have called for radical departures from the destruction of vietnam, many persons have questioned me about the wisdom of my path. at the heart of their concerns this query has often loomed large and loud: "why are you speaking about the war, dr. king?" "why are you joining the voices of dissent?" "peace and civil rights don't mix," they say. "aren't you hurting the cause of your people," they ask? and when i hear them, though i often understand the source of their concern, i am nevertheless greatly saddened, for such questions mean that the inquirers have not really known me, my commitment or my calling. indeed, their questions suggest that they do not know the world in which they live.