Sunshine Growth Pupils' Speech 1
Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
Sunshine is the warmest word. There is only one sun in the sky, but there are countless suns in my heart that give me strength and selfless care and make me grow up happily.
In the sunshine, the children are laughing and joking. When they opened their closed eyes and saw the world for the first time, they began to grow up. The first "mother" contains too much care and shelter, and happiness is their ocean.
In the sun, the children who babbled in the past have become the flowers of the motherland. They wander in the ocean of books and study hard in the garden of knowledge. The young pioneers solemnly vowed to talk about blood.
In the sunshine, a delicate hand and a calloused hand solemnly stuffed their money into the donation box. The outstretched hand is their fiery heart, trying to erase the haze on others' heads.
Happiness is sunshine, pain is shadow, and the mottled shadow in the sun is the beautiful scenery of life. Treat every heart with a smiling heart and see the world with sunny eyes.
If maternal love is gentle water, then paternal love is like sunshine to me. My father's love made me grow. He is not as meticulous as my mother. He just gave me a cold look when I wanted to be encouraged, but later, I gradually understood this feeling. Fatherly love does not need earth-shattering expression. Father's love only silently casts a watchful eye, and children will never leave their father's care, father's love and father's sight of life. There is a touch of sadness, and one look is the expectation of a lifetime. Father's love always brings me sunshine, but the true meaning of love is hidden by words, casting a fortress of things in the ordinary and opening up a clear sky for children.
I finally understand that I have been growing up with ardent fatherly love and gentle maternal love. Every season of life, the sunshine is still clear, feeling the warmth passed down.
The road of life is changeable, with ups and downs, bumpy mountain roads, gloomy swamps and beautiful rainbows. I love sunshine and life, and I will try my best to grow up in this warm sky. I will grow under this vision, I will grow, I will grow, I will grow, I will grow, I will grow in the sun.
Sunshine Growth Pupils Speech II
Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
Everyone has a road, and there may be many difficulties along the way, but with sunshine, the result is the same, that is, you have grown!
But we grew up in the sun, remember the smell of the sun?
When I was a child, I would not hesitate to answer, the smell of the sun is just the smell of drying quilts or clothes.
Now I don't know how to respond, the smell of the sun? How can the sun smell?
In this vast world, we are bathed in sunshine and rain every day, feeling the spring blossoms, day after day, year after year, we are used to preparing clothes for the next day with weather forecast and sensing the surrounding temperature with thermometer; I often forget to listen to all the melodies with my heart. In this adult society, we pursue fame and fortune all day and are busy making a living in oblivion. The jungle of reinforced concrete devours our original sound and sensitive nerves. In the eyes of adults, the sky is always the solidified blue outside the window; At night, there are always dots of lights, without change, coming and going; Nature has become an eternal prop on the stage and a faded landscape in memory.
In our textbooks, there is no smell of the sun, no fragrance of rain; In our dreams, there is no sweating sun, and there is no moon going home to sleep. All calls are full of growth, and all growth is without calls.
Growing up in the sun without knowing the taste of the sun. This is really ironic!
But I don't want to answer that. Because we work hard all the time, not for a ray of sunshine. Growing up in this sunshine.
However, in the second growth, we can find that only those who love life can taste the sunshine.
When you cry, someone gives you a paper towel with the warmth of the sun in it; When you wander in the dark, there is a dim light shining in the distance, and this warmth is the smell of the sun; When you are in a daze, others kindly remind you that what is contained between the lines is the smell of the sun. ...
The growing sun not only inspires us, but also leaves a taste that we have to remember!
Remember the smell of the sun, we are not afraid of danger and adventure; If we miss the smell of the sun, we will keep the taste of poverty and hardship; Cherish the smell of sunshine, and we will be as calm as a rock and suddenly feel like the original. Because although there are many disappointments in the world, the world is the same, life is the same, and beauty is the same. We just need to adjust our attitude and attitude towards life in time.
This is because the smell of the sun is always around you, and your heart is always with the sun!
Sunshine Growth Pupils' Speech 3
Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
In our life, there is no distant love that connects us, pulls us together and spreads all over the world.
China is an ancient civilization with a long history. In this 9.6 million kilometers of land, people love each other and live endlessly. Our love for our motherland and our elders. We grow under the care of love all the time, carry forward and grow under the nurturing of love, and learn under the nurturing of love.
In the spring of 20__ _, the sudden SARS destroyed many families, and many angels in white exchanged sincere love for lovely lives. One of them, angels in white, devoted his life's love to the people of China1300 million, and made outstanding contributions both mentally and economically, physically and spiritually.
But God ruthlessly deprived her of her life, and she is Ye Xin. Yes! As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
There is a kind of love in this world that flows into the withered leaves, which are full of flowers and hope; There is a kind of love in this world, which blows into the noisy city, and the city is full of sincerity and fragrance. A pair of hands that warm the stomach, a heart that encourages each other, love drives away loneliness and brings joy. As long as there is the motivation of love, there will be no more sadness. As long as there is true feelings, there will be faith.
There was once a female college student who loved to raise red-crowned cranes since she was a child. Later, she left her hometown and the red-crowned crane because of her studies. She studied hard for four years and finally achieved something, hoping to return to her hometown for development. But at this time, she sacrificed her life to save a red-crowned crane and accidentally spilled it into the swamp. The red-crowned crane was saved and flew to the distant horizon, but she disappeared from us forever.
In the bright sunshine, we hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, * * * tasted the ups and downs, and weathered the storm together. The world is so small, just a warm big family. Let us send out the waves of love from a frank heart, blow the sails of life, summon up courage, and blow the forgotten corner into a deep spring. Because we are a loving family.
Life is like a boat. Only by taking family as the paddle and friendship as the sail can we successfully sail through difficulties and obstacles. Middle school life is a bit boring, and it is inevitable that there are some regrets. We share joy, we share patience, and we have the same expectations. We * * * wind and rain, we * * * pursue, we cherish the same love. Let's remember that when others love you, they should also love others. Let's use every day of our lives to experience love and make our life full of love.
Sunshine Growth Pupils' Speech 4
Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
Sunshine is like a beautiful poem, intoxicating; Sunshine is like a moving movie, which makes people linger. Sunshine is like the true feelings of the world, which is touching. I grew up in the sun.
Last semester, the school organized a brush calligraphy training class, which only recruited students with basic knowledge of calligraphy. I was lucky to be chosen. I've always been confident, even a little proud. After my luck, all I have left is arrogance. I think writing with a brush. What's the difficulty? I learned to write the word "one" from my father, and it is very standard. Isn't it easy to write a good calligraphy?
Soon it was time to brush the first class. I sat in the classroom with a clear conscience and looked at the darkness in the classroom with some disdain. Our brush teacher is a male teacher, surnamed Shen. We all call him Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen is tall, with thick short curly hair and a kind smile on his face, which makes people feel like spring breeze.
Proud of me, I don't bother to listen to the teacher. I picked up a pen and wrote it myself. I dipped in ink and wrote a word "one" casually. The neat and standardized words attracted the exclamation of the young lady sitting next to her. She turned to her classmate and said, "Oh, look at that sister, she's so beautiful!" " I am even more elated when I hear this.
At this time, Mr. Shen's guidance is over. He cleared his throat and said gently, "Students, I have given you guidance on the format and essentials of the word' four'. Now it's up to you to write, and I'll see how good you are. "
I listened and thought: what level? Do you need to see it? I'm sure it's best to think like this here. He raised his pen and wrote a horizontal line. "Just write the word' thinking'!" The reminder of the classmates next to me is like a pot of cold water poured on my head. "Want to word? Unfortunately, I can only write horizontally. What should I do? No, I can’t . Naturally, they can't. And the idea of calligraphy is similar to that of my writing. " With this in mind, I confidently raised my pen and wrote a "thought". I looked at my own words and felt very satisfied.
At this time, a gentle voice sounded behind me: "Well, it's very good to write horizontally, and it's obviously practiced." It turned out that Mr. Shen had come, and I was flattered by his praise. "But the vertical position of this field is not well written, and the word' heart' is not well written." My sunny mood turned into rain in an instant. At this time, my right hand holding the brush was held. "Come on, I'll teach you to write." The teacher grabbed my hand and waved it on the dark yellow calligraphy paper with thick black ink, while gently saying, "Look, when you write, you should return to the peak before you write." When you are halfway through writing, you should raise your pen, and your hand strength should be lighter and lighter. Finally, you should lift it. Be careful not to exaggerate the part of the pen. Heart says, go back to the peak first and then hook back to the pen. This hook says ... "I listened to the teacher's meticulous teaching and bathed in the warm yellow sunshine projected from the window, and my heart was warm.
At first, I was arrogant. At the end of this class, I stood in front of the table in a professional posture, with a hand under my right hand and a brush full of ink, and wrote four big characters on the snow-white rice paper-respect teachers and pay attention to teaching. Finally, I gave this word to Mr. Shen.
I wandered out of the classroom and stood outside, enjoying the sunshine. My heart was lit up by the sunshine of Teacher Shen and became warm. I grew up in the sun. ...
Sunshine Growth Pupils' Speech 5
Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
There is a song, floating to the entrance of youth, filled with the fragility and sensitivity of the soul, and spinning away. At this time, the blood of life is boiling; There is a poem that runs past the end of golden childhood and falls on the flourishing branches and leaves, tinkling. At this time, the unyielding arm is climbing; There is a picture, dancing where the sun rises, fading the blue of the whole sky and floating down. At this time, the firm step is upward.
That's our song, our poem and our painting. ...
On such a day, the national flag hangs on one side of the flagpole, and the heartbeat of the earth stops on the cracked ground, and there is no sound. In the newly-built plastic board house, there is the sound of reading, the serious expression on every face, and the persistence that every soul has been robbed. Where there is a country, there is a home. Our unyielding faith can support the rising lip angle, and our eternal hope can ignite the bright eye pupil. The so-called fragility can ignore the disaster and refuse to kill because there is hope. Time flies in the palm of youth. I opened my hand and saw that the palm print was golden, slowly, gently, disorderly and scattered. ...
In that weather, the spring breeze dances with the mottled sunshine, and a comfortable breath flows through the gaps in the leaves. Harmony on campus is not real. The odd-numbered shadows leave a picture of a flowing golden stone. There are cherry blossoms all over the garden, and the petals are somewhat wanton and disorderly. The students on duty will sweep the petals falling on the edge of the flower bed into hearts. It is also the sound of reading, which gently blows the warmth of the ear and breaks the beauty of the whole place. Nobody picked it up. Childish face, heart full of ideals, tall and slender body, there is hope to go on the road. The clenched fingers hold the ivy of friendship. Turn around, turn around again, and let your hair pass through regretless youth. That's it, we.
Life has sunshine as a catalyst, and life has hope as a beacon. I won't give up for you after hardships, and I won't fall down after twists and turns. A confident face is woven with laughing friends, and tears flow behind the upright face. There is love in the heart, dreams in the heart, and a sunset time is wasted, showing bright spots day and night.
Time stops quietly in the school, pushing open the door of the classroom, countless smiling faces, the first step, and a happy skirt; Numbers are accidentally spilled from math books, step two, the miracle of life; Slowly flowing inexhaustible boiling blood, the third step, our constant gilded years ... Under the sun, the mark of growth left a mark in the depths of memory, but youth is fleeting but writing poems on campus. When the bamboo horse of childhood blooms the plum blossom of youth, our youth becomes the gilded time on campus. ...