What is future?Every time I look at the stars in the sky,I ask 's realy a hard question to answer universe is boundless,we don't know where are we from and where shall we go.I stand there,at sea.
Last Sunday,there was a rain of meteors.I went to the belcony towait for their e my shoulder,it was the e the wind,it was the sky,huge and blue,with sparkling enly,a shooting star appeared.I hurried to pray for her happiness,staring at it.I wanted to pray for more,but it had already died out.I realised ,future is not carved on the meteors,but it's now,around us.
When a fortune-teller look at your palm,she'll tell you how your future will be 's a way you place your hope it's not future is the things and people around you should do is to try to do everything well,don't care much about the kind to all the people around you,and love ough the world is not full of love,the life is not a bed of rose,you should sdick on your time passes,you'll find everything you do is worth while.
Years is use no way you can stop time from time flies!Just like the flowers in spring,the sunshine in summer,the moon in mid-autumn and the snow in e one morning you'll never wake up,you'll never see the sunrise or the sunset;you'll never see your sweatheart or talk to her,you'll never hear the sound of the nature or wander on the path among the trees,you'll never swim in the lake or climb the mountains.
Time is y minute is should make best use of 't waste even one d time in working,in laughing,in playing games and in loving.
Each of us has a kite flying in the sky,and we also have a string each.
Children's kite is childhood,the string is grown.
Lovers' kite is love,the string is daily life.
I have a kite,it is called dream,the string in my hands is reality.
The wind which makes kites fly is s are not free,but we still have power to control them and let them fly higher and string is in my hands,future is now in my hands.
Future is now,forget the fortune-teller,clench your fists!
Hello, name is Yao Qingyu.I’m from Class6,Grade8.
Today I will tell you a story about “Homes and have to”.
There are many villages in northern Korea, persimmon garden.
Every time after the harvest season, local fruit total number ofripe persimmon should remain on the books. People are curiousasked: These red and ask what is not a big persimmon picked come?"Growers said," That is reserved for magpie food. "
Originally wanted to go tospend the winter here each year magpies. One year the winter isespecially cold in a row for several days under the snow, magpiesfail to find food, were all frozen to death overnight.
The following spring,persimmon tree blossom, persimmon garden has given rise to anunknown caterpillar, could not knot garden of persimmon fruit isalmost never produced. After this incident, an annual autumnseason, fruit will not forget to leave some mature persimmon, socome here to spend the winter persimmon have enough food. To thefollowing spring, the Magpies are not busy flying away, for farmersto catch insects on the tree. The fruit of wisdom deeply felt:leave room for others, that is, left to its own vitality andhope.
If theagricultural life of the homes, homes were being undone, smallhomes too small, large homes large enough. Shall not accept defeat.
Thank you for your listening.
youth
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.
各位老師，各位同學：
衝刺路程的艱險是為了撞線剎那的喜悅;100天的奮鬥是為了會考的馬到成功。播撒了夢想的種子，就需要用汗水去澆灌它。
我們盼望著“今年花勝去年紅”，我們期待著今年的六月“風光不與四時同”。今天學校召開20xx屆會考百日衝刺動員大會”，就是給我們的奔跑助一把力，就是給我們的衝刺吶一聲喊，就是喊出我們打好會考這一仗的戰前誓言。
100天的時間太長，那些一時看不到希望的人會這麼說，他們無疑是準備放棄九年的汗水和眼淚的人了。這讓人十分遺憾，因為在接近目標的時候，最是考驗一個人意志的時候。
100天的時間太短，那些充滿朝氣，胸懷理想的同學會這麼講，他們將更加奮發努力，分秒必爭。他們相信，奇蹟總是由強者創造的，一分耕耘，總有一分收穫。
風， 從水面走過，留下粼粼波紋;陽光，從雲中穿過，留下絲絲溫暖;歲月，從樹林走過，留下圈圈年輪。同學們，我們從時代的舞臺走過，留下什麼呢?我們留下的是 我們人生道路上一次全力以赴的拼搏身影。同學們!風雨拼搏十幾年，距離我們期盼的學校只有100天了，為了這個理想，我們披星戴月，寒暑不停，我們閱讀過 可以堆成山的書籍，做完了滿天飛的試卷;我們有過成績一步一步上升的喜悅，也曾有過成績下滑的淚水。
同學們，會考將翻開你生命中嶄新的一頁，它會讓你的夢想絢麗如畫，讓你的前程燦爛如星，讓你的生命完美如歌，而這一切的可能只有兩個字能實現，那就是“拼搏”。
樹大志能耐寂寞，惜寸陰乃得寸金，近十年潛心磨劍，六月末誰與爭鋒。珍惜100天，讓飛翔的夢在六月張開翅膀;
奮鬥100天，讓雄心智慧在六月發出光芒;
拼搏100天，讓父母恩師在六月暢想期望;
我們有決心苦戰百天，逐鹿考場;
我們有信心笑傲六月，決勝會考。
100天，在歷史的長河中如滄海一粟，而我們通過最後100天的努力，可以讓我們飛向高一級的學府。
100天的路程將見證我們攀登時的艱辛，100天之後的六月十八，十九，二十號，我們將以最佳的精神狀態迎接會考，把最優異的成績獻給自己，獻給父母，獻給岸頭實驗學校!
謝謝!
親愛的老師，同學們：
大家好!是叢林，是荒原，是陽光炙熱的奔跑，是大雨滂沱的佇立;生活是戰場，是樂園，是高樓大廈的拼搏，是小橋流水的自得;成長是高爐，是遠方，是細水長流的堅持，是乘風破浪的前進。
——題記
他站在上百人注視著的前臺，雙腿顫抖，握緊話筒的雙手不禁再緊繃了一下，嘴巴開閉，是欲言又言不出的尷尬。接著，不知是誰一聲“戴哥加油”!他像是開了閘的'河流，開始奔騰了起來。一開口，一手勢，一高吭!他依舊顫抖著，卻是激動著的顫抖，好幾次停頓，摩挲著話筒，頭一下子沉了下去，似乎再堅持不下來，而後卻又再猛然抬起頭，眼神中充滿了堅定。再一咬牙，一開口，一手勢，一高吭……全場都在為他喝彩，最終，他獲得了演講比賽的第三名!
這，就是。即使像是行者一般單獨前進，但也依舊有行者般的毅力與勇往直前。
我們總認為是孤獨的。就像是蟄伏在六月天裡的螞蟻，被灼燒，但言語卻因為聲音趨近於零而無人能懂。置身於這世界的感覺就如同從火星而來，因為飛船的損壞所以留在地球，不被人理解。而你的孤獨，雖敗猶榮。
那是一個關於夢想的故事。
他生在一個小城市裡，在18歲時脫離那個小城市，帶著晦澀的口音，來到了長沙讀大學。隨之而來的便是生活與“兵荒馬亂”的交織的成長。畢業一年時，他的生活暗無天日，在風暴四起的電視傳媒中滄海一粟隨暗波逐流，但毫無抱怨;畢業三年，他埋頭苦幹，四周無光，他覺得自己做得最夠男人的一件事就是每個月存400塊交給母親，他成了受諷刺都只是會咧嘴一笑的人;畢業五年，他開始摸索出一些門道，成了小團隊的負責人，但夜夜有夢魘纏繞——夢見自己被公司老闆開除——畢竟，他只是多數個北漂的人中的一個;畢業七年，工作進入軌道，深得老闆信任，有了一方天空，放任瀟灑，終成無畏——他叫劉同，光線傳媒的副總裁，《你的孤獨，雖敗猶榮》的作者。
這，就叫。是在高樓大廈裡心有猛虎的拼搏，是在小橋流水中細水長流的自得。
我們總會獨立地度過那麼一段時間。是在暴風來臨時看一場波濤洶湧，是在險峻高峰時聽一場傾訴，是在緩緩獨行是看一場純白的葬禮，是在意氣風發時淋一場大雨，是在夜晚的床頭想一夜前途。在這個過程中我們會回首，會後悔，會感嘆，會哭泣，會懷念，會憧憬，會迷茫，甚至會墮落。生活與的兩把刀子劍影交錯，但成長的腳步從不會停止。
有些黑夜只能獨自穿越，就如同有些經歷只能獨自感受。每個正在經歷著的人，都是我們值得敬畏的強者，或許在追夢的時候會走錯路，流著淚，會頃刻間覺得迷惘，但最終都會以最好的狀態呈現給生活，呈現給，呈現給未來，呈獻給被熊熊烈火錘鍊後熠熠發光的自己。誰的都不會不疼痛，但我們都可以將那些疼痛化為不絕的努力。你的努力是怎樣，你的便是怎樣，你的是怎樣，你的未來便是怎樣。而我，願我們在彼此看不到的日子裡都能熠熠發光。人這一輩子總要相信點什麼，而我，願你相信你自己。
不疼痛，正!
我的演講完畢。
謝謝大家!
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