大学生关于英语演讲比赛稿

what is friendship? it is to relate with somebody without need for money or objective. it is to need emotion and over wealth is friendship , no matter what their background , age , sex or personality.

friendship can be pure. we hear , nowdays, however, how one can be cheated by friends. many people get along with someone because they have a lot of money. it is doultful that is real friendship.

having friends, one can be find happiness. if you are in trouble your friends will help you through or at least comfort you. when you are happy , they share it with you. they are also there for you to chat with at any time.

it is a wonderful feeling, as the proverb says" to love each other is easy but to make frieds is hard", so, it is crutial that we should get along with our friends. in my opinon ,it is a shame to deceive your friends . the world would be more beautiful if it was full of filled with friendship

once upon a time there was a hare who, boasting how he could run faster than anyone else, was forever teasing tortoise for its slowness. then one day, the irate tortoise answered back: "who do you think you are? there's no denying you're swift, but even you can be beaten!" the hare squealed with laughter.

"beaten in a race? by whom? not you, surely! i bet there's nobody in the world that can win against me, i'm so speedy. now, why don't you try?"

annoyed by such bragging, the tortoise accepted the challenge. a course was planned, and the next day at dawn they stood at the starting line. the hare yawned sleepily as the meek tortoise trudged slowly off. when the hare saw how painfully slow his rival was, he decided, half asleep on his feet, to have a quick nap. "take your time!" he said. "i'll have forty winks and catch up with you in a minute."

the hare woke with a start from a fitful sleep and gazed round, looking for the tortoise. but the creature was only a short distance away, having barely covered a third of the course. breathing a sigh of relief, the hare decided he might as well have breakfast too, and off he went to munch some cabbages he had noticed in a nearby field. but the heavy meal and the hot sun made his eyelids droop. with a careless glance at the tortoise, now halfway along the course, he decided to have another snooze before flashing past the winning post. and smiling at the thought of the look on the tortoise's face when it saw the hare speed by, he fell fast asleep and was soon snoring happily. the sun started to sink, below the horizon, and the tortoise, who had been plodding towards the winning post since morning, was scarcely a yard from the finish. at that very point, the hare woke with a jolt. he could see the tortoise a speck in the distance and away he dashed. he leapt and bounded at a great rate, his tongue lolling, and gasping for breath. just a little more and he'd be first at the finish. but the hare's last leap was just too late, for the tortoise had beaten him to the winning post. poor hare! tired and in disgrace, he slumped down beside the tortoise who was silently smiling at him.

"slowly does it every time!" he said.

honorable judges, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen:

it is a great honor and pleasure to be here on this beautiful saturday morning to share with you my sentiments about life and passion for the english language.

about a year and a half ago, i took part in my very first english speech contest. when i stood before the microphone with all eyes starring directly at me, i could hardly speak. i stood there, embarrassed and helpless, struggling in vain for the right thing to say. my fears had paralyzed me.

while my passion for english has never changed, i lost my courage to speak in public. when my professor again encouraged me to take part in this competition, i said “no.” i couldn’t endure yet another painful experience. he looked me straight in the eye and said something that pierced my heart. i will never forget his words. “look,” he said, “we all have our fears, and you have yours. you could twist your ankle in a basketball game, but then be afraid to ever play again. running away can never dispel your fears, but action will. a winner is not one who never fails，but one who never quits.”

i spent a whole day with his words twisting and turning in my mind. then i made the bravest and wisest decision of my life: i would face my fears – and take part in the competition!

as it turned out, my dear old professor was right. now, here i am, once again standing before a microphone. my heart is beating fast, and my mouth is dry, but most importantly, i have faced my fears -- and that makes all the difference!

thank you.