英文课前的3分钟演讲短文

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In my 18 years of life, there have been many things. University days are the best part of them. I can never forget the days when I stepped into my university. I was impressed by its garden'like campus, its enthusiastic students and especially its learning atmosphere. I at once fell in love with it.

After the arduous military training, I get absolutely absorbed in my studies. The classes given by the teachers are excellent. They provide us with information not only from our textbooks but from many other sources as well. They easily arouse my insatiable desire to take in as much as I can.

Frankly speaking, at first I had some difficulty following the teachers. However, through my own efforts and thanks to my teachers' guidance, I made remarkable progress. Now I've benefited a lot from lectures and many other academic reports.

Learning is a long process; I'll keep exploring in the treasure house of knowledge to enrich myself. This summer I got out of the ivory tower and entered the real world. A publishing house offered me a part'time job in compilation and revision.

At the beginning I was belittled by my colleagues. But they were really surprised when I translated seven English articles over 5,000 words on only one day. Gradually, they began to look at me with respectful eyes. In their opinion I turned out to be a useful and trustworthy colleague.

I also realize that only those who bring happiness for others can be truly happy. So I often take part in activities concerning public welfare. I once went to a barren mountain village with my classmates. We taught the kids there who could not afford school. While showing them how broad and how civilized the outer world is, I was deeply touched by their eagerness to learn, their honesty and their purity. I couldn't control my tears on the day when we left. The precious experience with the poor kids made me aware of the responsibility on the shoulders of us, future teachers.

Besides study and social practice, there are entertainments as well. I do body building every day, hoping to keep healthy and energetic. We also write a play and put it on in our spare time.

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.

Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the world without end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?