- 目录
第1篇 纪念一二九运动演讲稿 - 那个日子
历史的风
吹翻了六十六页日历
那个冷嗖嗖的日子
开始鲜活的
在我的眼中演绎
雪花不再洁白
那个寒冷的冬季
只有一种
金戈铁马般的呐喊
剥开了这个古国
深重的外衣
露出伤痕累累的躯体
一滴血
溅到我的额头
烙上一种
深深的印记
时间如北风般
呼啸而过
那个日子苍黄并远去
但现实的肩膀
能不能承受
那些曾经沸腾的____
日子依旧站在
世纪的脊背上
默默凝望
窗外
阳光温柔的
抚摸大地
只是不知在它的记忆中
那个日子
是否如雕塑
永远屹立
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第2篇 感恩教育主题演讲稿：感谢那个待你如全部的女人
老舍先生曾在他的《我的母亲》一文中这样写道：“失去了慈母，便像花插在瓶子里，虽然还有色有香，却失去了根。”是啊，母亲的爱就像泥土般平凡，默默滋养万物，却不曾被人记起，只有失去了，才发觉是那么重要。
我们的生命，是伴随着母亲的十月怀胎，是伴随母亲几近昏厥的疼痛，是伴随着母亲虚弱的微笑，才来到这个世上的。
从那之后，母亲便要时刻守护在我们身旁。我们饿了，她给我们最香甜的乳汁；我们困了，她给我们最温暖的怀抱；我们不开心了，她给我们以温声细语……母亲的爱很平凡，却处处透露出伟大！
可时光的流逝最是无情，白了她的头发，枯了她的皮肤，模糊了她的双眼，疏远了她最亲近的我们。
我们长大了，不希望被束缚了，听不进她的唠叨了，也学会和她顶嘴了，忘记了她曾为我们所做的那么多了。可其实她并不怪我们，她只是默默地站在我们身后，等待我们转身，给我们依旧温暖的怀抱。
我也是个十五岁的孩子，我也有所谓的青春期，也幻想着能够独自生活，脱离妈妈的管教。为此，我们总是争执不断，见了面就像敌人一样，再也不像小时候那么依赖妈妈温暖的怀抱了。可后来我才知道，每次吵完架，妈妈都会一个人伤心很久，每次吵完架，她脸上的皱纹都会更明显一些！妈，我错了，对不起……
记得某天夜晚，我又和您吵架了，后来回到房间里的我一直浑身发抖，不停地发抖。我不知道是因为恐惧还是寒冷，但不管我如何努力，都不能使它停止，不停地发抖让我处在煎熬中。
就在我手足无措的时候，妈妈来了，她立刻发现了我的异常，担心的她马上便将我抱在怀中。在那一刹那，我似乎恍恍惚惚看到了小时候那个依偎在母亲怀抱中的我。于是身体不在颤抖，灵魂也为之安宁，母爱的力量驱散了我心灵上的杂疾，给我以温暖。
眼泪不觉地滑落，母亲，才是那个最关心你的人啊！这时候我真想大声说：“妈，我爱您！”
母亲，就像一棵大树，或许她不够茂密，不够挺拔，但总归是我们的依靠。春天，我们倚着她幻想；夏天，我们倚着她欢乐；秋天，我们倚着她成熟；冬天，我们倚着她沉思。或许我们没有宽厚的肩膀，但同样可以撑起她半片天空！
让我们一起行动起来，感恩那个待你如全部的女人！
第3篇 ted英语演讲：我不是你们心目中的那个亚裔形象
我不是你们心目中的那个亚裔形象
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 幼儿教师演讲稿：那个长大了要娶我当老婆的小男孩
那个长大了要娶我当老婆的小男孩
农垦一小 陆桂娇
整理抽屉时，王柏杰的贺卡又映入我的眼帘。再次打开它，看着那工整的字迹，真诚的祝福，心中依然感动不已。
附贺卡祝福语：
a面 陆老师：
在元旦来临之前，我先祝您元旦快乐！身体健康，万事如意，早生贵子！（这是在他得知我结婚的消息后制作的贺卡，我休完婚假后第一天上班就收到了这张贺卡。我听他找了我好多回。）做一个善良、长寿的人！（这句话我喜欢。）
您的学生：王柏杰
2004年12月29日
b面 祝陆老师：
天天快乐、日日美丽（好！我会努力的。虽然美丽做不到，快乐总是可以选择的。）
记得三年前那一幕：
“今天中午，王柏杰和陈鑫龙在吵架，都说长大了要娶陆老师当老婆。”值日看日托宿舍的符老师笑着说。
“哈哈，那我不愁嫁不出去了，至少现在有两个小男子汉争着当人选。”或许有些人会说：“天啊，这些学前班的小家伙，小小年纪竟然说什么结婚，而且还要娶自已的老师。真是不像话。”可我不这么认为，听到这样的一个消息，我心中滋长出一丝别样的幸福。因为这说明在他们的心中，陆老师是美丽的，陆老师是他们的最爱。经常听到家长们对我说：“我的小孩最喜欢陆老师。”每次听后我总是乐呵呵的，开心不已。
记得三天前那一幕：
在海垦天桥碰到王柏杰的妈妈，我们互相打招呼，然后聊了起来，我说到王柏杰送给我的贺卡，说到我的感动。他妈妈说：“你没看他那认真劲，写字时一笔一划的。我都羡慕他对你那么好了。”……“后来还是我征得他的同意后才能欣赏到那张贺卡呢！”……“现在，他有些时候不听话，我们还会说，陆老师那么爱你，……陆老师可不希望你这样。”（没想到，时隔三年，我对王柏杰依然有影响力。）
今天中午，他在教学楼二楼楼梯口隔着窗户对我大喊：“陆老师好！”“你好！”我微笑着回应他。在楼下远远地望着蹲着的他，心中早已盛满幸福。
孩子，谢谢你！因为，有你，想不天天快乐都难。
2022年3月10日
第5篇 感谢那个待你如全部的女人演讲稿
感谢那个待你如全部的女人演讲稿
老舍先生曾在他的《我的母亲》一文中这样写道：“失去了慈母，便像花插在瓶子里，虽然还有色有香，却失去了根，”是啊，母亲的爱就像泥土般平凡，默默滋养万物，却不曾被人记起，只有失去了，才发觉是那么重要。
我们的生命，是伴随着母亲的十月怀胎，是伴随母亲几近昏厥的疼痛，是伴随着母亲虚弱的微笑，才来到这个世上的。
从那之后，母亲便要时刻守护在我们身旁。我们饿了，她给我们最香甜的乳汁；我们困了，她给我们最温暖的怀抱；我们不开心了，她给我们以温声细语……母亲的爱很平凡，却处处透露出伟大！
可时光的流逝最是无情，白了她的头发，枯了她的皮肤，模糊了她的双眼，疏远了她最亲近的我们。
我们长大了，不希望被束缚了，听不进她的唠叨了，也学会和她顶嘴了，忘记了她曾为我们所做的那么多了。可其实她并不怪我们，她只是默默地站在我们身后，等待我们转身，给我们依旧温暖的怀抱。
我也是个十五岁的`孩子，我也有所谓的青春期，也幻想着能够独自生活，脱离妈妈的管教。为此，我们总是争执不断，见了面就像敌人一样，再也不像小时候那么依赖妈妈温暖的怀抱了。可后来我才知道，每次吵完架，妈妈都会一个人伤心很久，每次吵完架，她脸上的皱纹都会更明显一些！妈，我错了，对不起……
记得某天夜晚，我又和您吵架了，后来回到房间里的我一直浑身发抖，不停地发抖。我不知道是因为恐惧还是寒冷，但不管我如何努力，都不能使它停止，不停地发抖让我处在煎熬中。
就在我手足无措的时候，妈妈来了，她立刻发现了我的异常，担心的她马上便将我抱在怀中。在那一刹那，我似乎恍恍惚惚看到了小时候那个依偎在母亲怀抱中的我。于是身体不在颤抖，灵魂也为之安宁，母爱的力量驱散了我心灵上的杂疾，给我以温暖。
眼泪不觉地滑落，母亲，才是那个最关心你的人啊！这时候我真想大声说：“妈，我爱您！”
母亲，就像一棵大树，或许她不够茂密，不够挺拔，但总归是我们的依靠。春天，我们倚着她幻想；夏天，我们倚着她欢乐；秋天，我们倚着她成熟；冬天，我们倚着她沉思。或许我们没有宽厚的肩膀，但同样可以撑起她半片天空！
让我们一起行动起来，感恩那个待你如全部的女人！
