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.
各位老师，各位同学：
冲刺路程的艰险是为了撞线刹那的喜悦;100天的奋斗是为了中考的马到成功。播撒了梦想的种子，就需要用汗水去浇灌它。
我们盼望着“今年花胜去年红”，我们期待着今年的六月“风光不与四时同”。今天学校召开20xx届中考百日冲刺动员大会”，就是给我们的奔跑助一把力，就是给我们的冲刺呐一声喊，就是喊出我们打好中考这一仗的战前誓言。
100天的时间太长，那些一时看不到希望的人会这么说，他们无疑是准备放弃九年的汗水和眼泪的人了。这让人十分遗憾，因为在接近目标的时候，最是考验一个人意志的时候。
100天的时间太短，那些充满朝气，胸怀理想的同学会这么讲，他们将更加奋发努力，分秒必争。他们相信，奇迹总是由强者创造的，一分耕耘，总有一分收获。
风， 从水面走过，留下粼粼波纹;阳光，从云中穿过，留下丝丝温暖;岁月，从树林走过，留下圈圈年轮。同学们，我们从时代的舞台走过，留下什么呢?我们留下的是 我们人生道路上一次全力以赴的拼搏身影。同学们!风雨拼搏十几年，距离我们期盼的学校只有100天了，为了这个理想，我们披星戴月，寒暑不停，我们阅读过 可以堆成山的书籍，做完了满天飞的试卷;我们有过成绩一步一步上升的喜悦，也曾有过成绩下滑的泪水。
同学们，中考将翻开你生命中崭新的一页，它会让你的梦想绚丽如画，让你的前程灿烂如星，让你的生命完美如歌，而这一切的可能只有两个字能实现，那就是“拼搏”。
树大志能耐寂寞，惜寸阴乃得寸金，近十年潜心磨剑，六月末谁与争锋。珍惜100天，让飞翔的梦在六月张开翅膀;
奋斗100天，让雄心智慧在六月发出光芒;
拼搏100天，让父母恩师在六月畅想期望;
我们有决心苦战百天，逐鹿考场;
我们有信心笑傲六月，决胜中考。
100天，在历史的长河中如沧海一粟，而我们通过最后100天的努力，可以让我们飞向高一级的学府。
100天的路程将见证我们攀登时的艰辛，100天之后的六月十八，十九，二十号，我们将以最佳的精神状态迎接中考，把最优异的成绩献给自己，献给父母，献给岸头实验学校!
谢谢!
亲爱的老师，同学们：
大家好!是丛林，是荒原，是阳光炙热的奔跑，是大雨滂沱的伫立;生活是战场，是乐园，是高楼大厦的拼搏，是小桥流水的自得;成长是高炉，是远方，是细水长流的坚持，是乘风破浪的前进。
——题记
他站在上百人注视着的前台，双腿颤抖，握紧话筒的双手不禁再紧绷了一下，嘴巴开闭，是欲言又言不出的尴尬。接着，不知是谁一声“戴哥加油”!他像是开了闸的'河流，开始奔腾了起来。一开口，一手势，一高吭!他依旧颤抖着，却是激动着的颤抖，好几次停顿，摩挲着话筒，头一下子沉了下去，似乎再坚持不下来，而后却又再猛然抬起头，眼神中充满了坚定。再一咬牙，一开口，一手势，一高吭……全场都在为他喝彩，最终，他获得了演讲比赛的第三名!
这，就是。即使像是行者一般单独前进，但也依旧有行者般的毅力与勇往直前。
我们总认为是孤独的。就像是蛰伏在六月天里的蚂蚁，被灼烧，但言语却因为声音趋近于零而无人能懂。置身于这世界的感觉就如同从火星而来，因为飞船的损坏所以留在地球，不被人理解。而你的孤独，虽败犹荣。
那是一个关于梦想的故事。
他生在一个小城市里，在18岁时脱离那个小城市，带着晦涩的口音，来到了长沙读大学。随之而来的便是生活与“兵荒马乱”的交织的成长。毕业一年时，他的生活暗无天日，在风暴四起的电视传媒中沧海一粟随暗波逐流，但毫无抱怨;毕业三年，他埋头苦干，四周无光，他觉得自己做得最够男人的一件事就是每个月存400块交给母亲，他成了受讽刺都只是会咧嘴一笑的人;毕业五年，他开始摸索出一些门道，成了小团队的负责人，但夜夜有梦魇缠绕——梦见自己被公司老板开除——毕竟，他只是多数个北漂的人中的一个;毕业七年，工作进入轨道，深得老板信任，有了一方天空，放任潇洒，终成无畏——他叫刘同，光线传媒的副总裁，《你的孤独，虽败犹荣》的作者。
这，就叫。是在高楼大厦里心有猛虎的拼搏，是在小桥流水中细水长流的自得。
我们总会独立地度过那么一段时间。是在暴风来临时看一场波涛汹涌，是在险峻高峰时听一场倾诉，是在缓缓独行是看一场纯白的葬礼，是在意气风发时淋一场大雨，是在夜晚的床头想一夜前途。在这个过程中我们会回首，会后悔，会感叹，会哭泣，会怀念，会憧憬，会迷茫，甚至会堕落。生活与的两把刀子剑影交错，但成长的脚步从不会停止。
有些黑夜只能独自穿越，就如同有些经历只能独自感受。每个正在经历着的人，都是我们值得敬畏的强者，或许在追梦的时候会走错路，流着泪，会顷刻间觉得迷惘，但最终都会以最好的状态呈现给生活，呈现给，呈现给未来，呈献给被熊熊烈火锤炼后熠熠发光的自己。谁的都不会不疼痛，但我们都可以将那些疼痛化为不绝的努力。你的努力是怎样，你的便是怎样，你的是怎样，你的未来便是怎样。而我，愿我们在彼此看不到的日子里都能熠熠发光。人这一辈子总要相信点什么，而我，愿你相信你自己。
不疼痛，正!
我的演讲完毕。
谢谢大家!
