英语演讲2分钟范文

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Today, I and my brother family to go to the movies, "the young drift fantasy adventure".

We with a happy mood to the cinema. The hero in the movie is a child named pie, one day, the family to move, just to the ship, was under the storm, the relentless storm blew the ship have to pitch, yaw have capsized may at any time, adhere to the ship's lifeboat sent quickly jumped, while others are prepared to jump, all of a sudden, the ropes of the boat was broken, the men jumped out of the sea, unfortunately the ship had more sank in the sea, only one survived. Send lonely sitting on a lifeboat wailing over their heads. Suddenly, a dog named Charlie parker, Bengal tiger ran out from the inside of the canopy on the lifeboat, frighten sent up in the bow, saw Charlie parker and didn't mean to hurt him, because the sea wind, cold, and gradually on the together for warmth.

Before long, they became good friends. I do not know how long did it take, lifeboat finally drifted to a small island, they happily running around on the beach, but the next day sent best friend - Charlie parker ran into the forest and then never came back. Over the past six months, didn't find a lot of place. Day, derived collapsed, fortunately, to archaeology discovered the set on the island, ready to bring his file a city, outlying islands before sent to cry very sad, not because the saved excitedly cry, but is worried about his best friend Charlie parker, if anything happened.

I see the film, not only deeply immersed in the plot of the film, sometimes nervous, sometimes moved in tears, and I also grow some extracurricular knowledge.

Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap – and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques of forsythia, cadenzas of flowering plum. The trees grow leaves overnight.

In other years, spring tiptoes in. It pauses, overcome by shyness, like my grandchild at the door, peeping in, ducking out of sight, giggling in the hallway. “I know you’re out there,” I cry. “Come in!” And April slips into our arms.

The dogwood bud, pale green, is inlaid with russet markings. Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled. One examines the bud in awe: Where were those seeds a month ago? The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up – primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms – you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.