关于理想英语演讲稿（精选3篇）
My dear friends,
Do you know what is the most precious and everlasting thing in the world?Money?You may lose everything you have if you don't use money carefullenough.Youth?In one's long life youth is like a flash in the pan and no one inthe world has the secret to keep his youth forever.Beautiful look?Many peoplepray that they can get hold of beauty,but it disappears far more quickly thanthey can imagine.And when they are in real trouble beauty itself feelshelpless.A good job?As you grow older and your brain and hands can't work asfast as before.It will become other people's wealth.
Then what is the most precious and everlasting thing in the world?
When you are far away from your family and feel especially lonely,Who willyou think of?When you stand on the crossoad in your life and don't know whichway to choose,who will you think of?When you encounter greater difficulties thanever and need other's encouragement,who will you think of?When you decide tomake the greatest decision in your favorite course,who shed cheerful tears whensee you get achievements?Whose wholehearted blessing will be always with you nomatter how far you will go?
Yes,it's mother who you will always think of and it's mother's love thatwillbe always be with you.
I once heard a moving story about a mother.Two childrens were drawn intothe flood and the situations was very dangerous.Their mother jumped into thewater without hesitation.But the mother couldn't swim at all.Jumping into thewater means she might lose her life.But at that time she had no time to thinkabout herself.She just wanted to try all means to save her children.Maybe hercourage touched the God.The miracle happened.She finally succeeded in saving herboth children.And she,of course,felt extremely exhausted.
My friends,mother's love is the greatest love.Mother's love is the safestlove.No matter you are happy or depressed ,rich or poor ,mother's love willalways stay with you.
That’s all.Thanks for your time!
Good moring everyone ,today I will tell you my dream keeped in my heart.
The ideal is dream , it is power that people move forward to. Each people have their different ideams. I have my own ideam.
When I was childen I like to look fairy tale ,so every day I looked lots of fairy tale books , sometimes mom told me beautiful fairy tales, wonderful legends . Every time , I na-iv-ely looked at sparked stars in the sky , I thought : when I grow up would like to be a writer and write many articles let people read and appreciate.
As time goes slowly, This beautiful but na-iv-e ideal is permanently impressed in my mind, it deeply hide in my heart and become a kind of power urge me forward. With the passage of time , I have slowly come to understand a reason , it is not easy to be writers , It needs to experience many twists and turns on the road , Need to suffer numerous wind and rain blow . but I Will not back down and fear , I would like to insist, I firmly believe that if you insist on you will achieve victory.
Thanks my beloved teacher,thanks every classmates.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks， red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will， a quality of the imagination， a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite， for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin， but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry， fear， self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen， there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder， the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next， and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty， hope， cheer， courage and power from men and from the Infinite， so long are you young.
When the aerials are down， and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism， then you are grown old， even at twenty， but as long as your aerials are up， to catch the waves of optimism， there is hope you may die young at eighty.