Hello, everyone, the topic of my speech today is "I have a dream"!
We gather together for a common dream, we inherit the blood of literature, and we carry our ideal backpacks. We pursue a bright future, we pursue wisdom, we eulogize freedom, we express our passion in our hearts, and we shed surging blood in the language of poetry.
Read a hundred books and live a hundred lives. Nothing is more powerful to life than books. Books are friends of the lonely, companions of the abandoned, happiness of the unhappy, hope of the desperate, happiness of the depressed, help of the helpless and dawn of the dreamer.
Today, I have a dream.
I hope that the students will pick up the colored pencils in their hands, draw a beautiful blueprint, take off from here, let your dreams fly, and pursue our dreams day by day like Kuafu.
You can't live without dreams. We are the pride of the times and the future of our motherland. I hope everyone will make progress, surpass themselves and embrace the world.
I hope every student can swim in the ocean of knowledge and fight freely in the spiritual world. Bathe in the brilliant thoughts of sages and listen to the inculcation of benevolent masters.
The palace of literature is magnificent. We came here with a red-hot heart and a love for literature. We are fearless because we still have unfinished passion.
As long as we practice, as long as we love reading, as long as we like writing, our spirit is free and our mind is open; As long as we work hard, as long as we pursue tirelessly, as long as we have firm beliefs, as long as we have the spirit of exploration, as long as we dare to act, I imagine that our dreams will come true and our pursuit will be rewarded.
I think! I will do it! I made it!
Today, I have a dream!
I dream that the future classroom will be a free spiritual home, and teachers and students will roam freely in the ocean of knowledge.
I dream that in the future, grades will no longer determine everything, and our students will study happily and freely.
I dreamed that my classmates were like brothers, eliminating contradictions and full of fraternity.
I dream that our school is a temple of knowledge, an ocean of books and a cradle of talents.
This is my dream.
However, all this requires our unremitting efforts. We can't wait for God's blessing. We must strive to improve ourselves and transform human society.
Tao Qian, a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, said in a poem: If the prime of life never comes again, we should encourage it in time.
Let's paint a bright future together, write heroic vows and create a virgin land that has never been reclaimed.
Let's go hand in hand, let go of our dreams and fight for them!
Listening to the birch forest in Pu Shu silently, I can't help thinking! In an instant, I jumped into a desolate place and was taken to the abyss of history by the lonely and tragic call.
It was a wartime, and the air was filled with strong smell of gunpowder, as well as the lingering thick smoke around. There is no noise and no life in the market. Everyone is afraid that one day they will die in this cruel war. Nothing grows on the desolate land, and all the crops are dead. They also seem to be protesting the war!
There are few people in Silent Village, especially young people. Only the dying old man and the crying child in the basket are left, as well as the lonely wife who is at the door, leaning against the door panel and pulling her fingers, expecting and waiting. But it brings them more disappointment and despair. Poor man! For this meaningless war, they were displaced, their homes were destroyed, and there was no more laughter and laughter. Only the silent call, tossing and turning in the wilderness of dreams, only the call! Call their sons, call their husbands, call their fathers and call for peace! The road under your feet is long, and the cold wind of the years is blowing in your ears. Those years were like a sharp steel knife, which left a permanent scar in my heart.
Wild goose wings are thousands of miles away, and they are in a hurry. People on the battlefield also endure physical torture and homesickness. They are tired of bullets, and all they yearn for is the simple but warm light. An inexplicable sense of loneliness often surrounds them. What a painful sentence! When bullets penetrate their bodies, until their hearts stop beating. Their eyes are still on home ... only those gunshots still reverberate in the sky. I wonder if she's okay in her hometown?
Experienced this era full of war, experienced the cruelty of this era. And these wars broke everyone's heart at that time. The war has brought us too much pain and suffering, the home we once owned but now lost, the land that was once rich but now full of craters, and the displacement and desolation. What did the end of the war bring us? A victorious soldier? Praise from the country? Drink to celebrate? No, maybe it's not just that, but the fact, the painful fact.
If people can understand the call of home, there will be more love, less evil breeding, more doves of peace and green olive trees, and less war ... Peace is a delicate flower that needs our common care and cherish. Let's call for peace together!