Never fading memory speech 1 I don't want to publicize his great achievements too much, and I haven't found a suitable word to describe him. Those words are too pale. Even when writing this manuscript, I still wonder what kind of person he is.
What remains in people's hearts will always be his 22-year-old joke, the tall image of the May 4th Movement, the back of trudging in the mud, and the sentence "I live only for one purpose, that is, to be a useful person to the people."
2/kloc-today in the 20th century, we already have high-rise buildings and road traffic, and we don't need him to help our eldest sister-in-law carry her children across the river. Now that we have made industrial leap and economic development, we no longer need those screws; Now we have cars and trucks, now we have developed means of transportation, and we don't need the bricks of his cart. Now we have everything, but do we really not need him? Do we really not need him?
As a result, he became a slogan, a slogan, a cover written in our hearts.
So when you fall down in the street, someone looks on coldly, and no one wants to help you, for fear that you will frame him.
When your wallet is stolen by a thief, others see it but dare not say anything;
When you are wronged and misunderstood, but no one dares to stand up for you.
Do you still think we don't need him anymore?
We will feel that the world around us is very cold, we will feel that the gap between people can't be bridged at all, we will complain, we will be dissatisfied, and more importantly, we will miss the person who, regardless of everything, regards anyone as more important than himself and dedicates his youth and blood.
Isn't the child in the red scarf looking for him?
Grandparents who crowded the bus are missing him!
Don't everyone hope that the social atmosphere will get better and better?
Don't you want people to be honest and harmonious?
Then, how should we young people in the new era practice our responsibilities and missions? I don't want to say too much, leaving you with a blank question. I hope you, me, him and all of us can write a perfect answer sheet together.
This is neither the beginning nor the end.
After all, I still don't have a proper description of him. When I finished writing this manuscript, I didn't know what kind of person he was, selfless, positive and optimistic, passionate about his career, or as light as a feather and as heavy as Mount Tai. ...
Finally, I send you a sentence he once said, "Youth is beautiful, but the real' youth' only belongs to those who always strive for the first place, those who always forget their work, and those who are always modest."
I won't say his name, because he will live in our hearts forever!
Pursuing the memory of the soul speech 2 Dear leaders and judges, hello everyone!
The topic of my speech today is "Pursuing the memory of the soul and looking forward to a bright future".
At this moment, my mood is very excited, because here I will sing a hymn to Mianhuapo. Adults with a little memory know that Mianhuapo was originally called "Bridge Commune", but in order to commemorate the "Mianhuapo Campaign" led by Zhu De, it was renamed "Mianhuapo" in 1980s. I stared at this land with deep affection, because she nurtured me and cultivated me. As a child of Mianpo, I feel extremely proud: there is a glorious revolutionary history here, beautiful mountains and rivers here, and hardworking and brave Mianpo people here.
When I was a child; When I went to Chaoyang to mow the grass with my backpack and sickle; When my companions and I were playing wildly in trenches and craters; Have you ever thought that this overgrown Chaoyang Guanshan was once a screaming and bloody battlefield? According to an old man with a memory, the battle of that year was described: the soldiers of the National Defence Force led by Zhu De and the Beiyang Army led by Yuan Shikai launched a fierce tug-of-war. The bodies of the soldiers fell like firewood, the tall green bar trees were interrupted by dense bullets, and the winter paddy fields in Qitian were full of bodies, and the blood stained the top of Zhuping Mountain. Beiyang bandit troops flooded into the strategic location of "Seven Fields", hoping to occupy Zhuping Mountain and capture Naxi City. At this critical moment of success or failure, Zhu De personally sat in Mianpo Taojia Courtyard, calm and calm, and defeated Yuan Shikai's powerful Beiyang Army with his superb military command art: arranging troops and fighting to boost morale, and using melee, night fighting, hand-to-hand combat and surprise attack. "Mianhuapo Campaign" is a key battle in the war to defend our country. The victory of Mianhuapo campaign made Zhu De famous in World War I and Mianhuapo famous all over the country. I still clearly remember that in the deep winter of 1984, Zhu De's daughter, Zhu Min, braved the cold wind and walked along the muddy path to the "Seven Fields", the most intense battlefield of Mianhuapo Campaign, and visited an old man named Qing who had personally experienced this campaign. * * * Recalling that unforgettable history, I realized my father Zhu De's unforgettable experience in the hard years. Today, I am proud of Mianhuapo's glorious revolutionary history!
When we take a leisurely pace and walk on this familiar and intimate country road, we will see the beautiful backflow river. Come to Daoliu River, surrounded by lush green bamboo forests, the water of Daoliu River is crystal clear. Seen from a distance, the surface of Daotang River looks like a clear mirror. In the reflection of green mountains and green waters, we seem to be walking in a beautiful picture, with the breeze blowing and the river sparkling. We used to be fascinated by the fairyland of Xanadu, where our mood was completely quiet and free, where we had no worries and troubles, and where we left happy laughter and beautiful memories. It turns out that the spiritual realm we yearn for in our hearts is here. Beautiful reflux river, beautiful cotton slope, Jinfeng Mountain, Wuding Mountain and Zhuping Mountain. Mianhuapo is interpreting our hometown with its charming mountains and rivers-beautiful mountains and rivers and Naxi!
The clarion call for the development of the western region has sounded the motherland. Sichuan, the land of abundance, has become the frontier of reform and opening up; Luzhou Naxi became the vanguard of reform and opening up; Our cotton slope has become a hot spot for reform. The construction of the second-class highway from 65438 to 0999 has changed the fate of the people in Mianhuapo. The wide and flat four-car avenue runs from Naxi to Luzhou. Cars are driving at high speed, brand-new high-rise buildings are springing up, and projects are moved to households' homes. The cotton slope is boiling: I saw the engineering vehicle speeding busily, and the roar of the machine is endless. In Naxi Light Industry Park, brand-new cars are arranged neatly, and the factory constantly produces new products. Hard-working and brave cotton slope people are creating a better tomorrow with their wisdom and hard sweat!
Looking forward to the future: With the establishment of Qilin New Town on the east bank of Naxi River, the development of Daoliuhe scenic spot, and the occupancy of Mianhuapo by Naxi District Committee and Government, our land Mianhuapo will usher in a brand-new look. As an ordinary educator in Mianhuapo, I can only work hard, love my job and make my due contribution to the take-off of Mianhuapo with my youth. Looking forward to the future of Mianhuapo: We are full of ambition, we are full of high spirits, and we are tenacious. We firmly believe that the beautiful and rich Mianhuapo, under the correct leadership of the Mianhuapo Party Committee and government, and under the hard work of the people of Mianhuapo, tomorrow of Mianhuapo will be even better!
My speech is over. Thank you!
Wonderful speech 3: "In the past, cars, horses and mail were all slow. I only love one person in my life." Because it is slow, the exquisite and exquisite life is even more unforgettable. If only everything could go back to the past and stay in that slow age!
When I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my grandparents. The rare cooking smoke in the city has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart and a symbol of family affection. Whether in the morning, noon or evening, the smoke from the kitchen always represents the call of home.
Playing with my companions in the wild, as long as I see the smoke rising from the roof, I feel as if I smell the fragrance of food and feel the care of my family. No wonder in ancient poetry, cooking smoke will become the emotional carrier of homesickness.
Now the rural population is greatly reduced, and every household uses gas, so it is difficult to find traces of kitchen smoke. However, I can't forget the scene of smoke curling over the farmhouse in those days, and I know that it embodies the deepest homesickness.
Once upon a time, my grandparents lived in a small quadrangle.
Cicada chirps in summer night, and the hot summer heat disappears under the shade of loquat trees and grandma's cattail fan in the yard. The old tree, like the slender loquat tree in Gui Youguang, has always given shelter to its family. Even cats and dogs like to lie under the roots and enjoy the cool, listening to the warm words of the people enjoying the cool and looking at the mysterious twinkling stars in the sky.
Now every household is hiding in high-rise buildings, and neighbors don't even know each other. No yard can touch the stars by looking up. Naturally, there is no big tree in the shape of a giant umbrella that gets warm irrigation. Seeing a residential area like a pigeon coop, it is hard to imagine that there have been deep courtyards and slender loquats here before. ......
When I was a child, life was an eternal rhythm, simple and trivial, but tender as water. In my spare time, I like sitting in the shade of a tree, chatting with my grandmother about her childhood and listening to some old nursery rhymes. In the past days, stories and songs have been turned over a thousand times, as light as a haze.
I like riding grandma's bike and accompanying her to the market to buy food. I sat on the frame, and she pushed the car slowly along the stone road in the country, accompanied by our leisurely time and the chorus of various birds. Grandma's eyes fell on me from time to time, as gentle as the moonlight on a summer night.
Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn. In a blink of an eye, I have reached the age of studying in the city. This picturesque country life came to an abrupt end.
In recent years, I have been busy studying, always in a hurry, ignoring the scenery along the way. I often forget the things I have experienced, the places I have been and the people I have met, but I still clearly remember the smoke from the kitchen in the country, the loquat tree in the yard, grandma's bike and her watery eyes. ......
Those slow years, we should cherish them and put them quietly in our hearts. Those childhood memories are the most mellow wine brewed by years, which is enough for me to sip for a lifetime.