第一篇：第十四届21世纪杯演讲赛冠亚季军演讲稿
What would you do if you had only one day left to live?
―What would you do if you had only one day left to live?‖
I asked this question to my young students when teaching English this winter.What were their answers?
―I would watch television!‖ the first answer.―I would play with the computer!‖ the second one.―I would play with computer TOO.‖ The girl finished her sentence perfectly with a serious smile.Indeed how cute and innocent that smile was, but how seriously my heart was hurt.I was too frightened to listen to more answers like that.Ten years ago, at their age, I had a different answer: I would spend the last day of my life gazing at the face of my dear grandmother until I inscribed every detail of it onto my mind.When grandmother was getting old and weak, my family bought her a telephone so I could save time and the trouble of traveling to her home by making phone calls instead.Later we bought her a television so she could watch modern dramas by herself.Then grandma must have been, we assumed, very contented and 冠happy.军
But I never really knew how grandma felt.She silently passed away without a word one night.When I heard about her death, a chilling pain pierced my empty heart.The pain grew even sharper as I tried to remember in detail exactly how grandma looked and I failed completely!How could I remember? I had not visited her for ages—it seemed like a century!My memories of her dissolved into thin air and leaked away like water.Even though I have a telephone, can she hear me now?
Even though I might be on television, can she see me now?
Even though I have modern telecommunications, can she still communicate with me now?
With all these ―tele‖s, I was powerless.Don’t people just love the word of ―tele‖, which means far away.Indeed this is how modern technology has changed our world.But please don’t forget this other word with ―tele‖: telepathy: which refers to human beings’ inborn ability to connect to our loved ones.Our minds are supposed to read each other’s minds;our hearts are supposed to feel each other’s hearts — and fulfill these without any forms of tool!
But the moment I desperately struggled to remember grandmother’s face, the telepathy between her and me had shut down forever.With the help of modern technology, I killed our telepathy.This shall never happen again!The ―tele‖s are great inventions.But ―telepathy‖ gives them the warmth of a human face.Let’s harness the power of television to excite our kids to develop their telepathy with nature… so that they can read the secret language of flowers.Let’s make the telephone lines provoke us to preserve our telepathy with each other, so we can connect in a warm and feeling way.Let technology keep our ―telepathy‖ ALIVE!We need to wake up and make this happen.I told my grandma’s story to those young kids that day.They got very quiet.They asked me for a second chance to answer the question.They had come to a new understanding – that very moment they had made to me and to our future together, a dear promise.Thank you very much!
亚军
If I had a magic wish
Honorable judges, ladies and gentlemen,The fairytale of Aladdin has always been my childhood favorite.I was mesmerized by how Aladdin used his three magic wishes.As a small girl, I dreamed of having the magic wishes to go wherever I wanted to go and see whatever I wanted to see.As you can probably guess, I haven’t found my genie in the lamp yet, however, I have found something just as exciting and it has made marvelous changes in not only my life, but the lives of all human-beings.It is called technology.I still remember how my father told me about his childhood back in those days when China was not as open and developed as it is now.Children would run for kilometers to school, make toys with wood by themselves, and the biggest dream of a child was holding two jars of sugar, one white, the other brown in each arm and having the choice of eating whichever he wanted.Just look at what we have now.Magnificent technological advancement has opened up a whole new world to us.However, just as our lives become more convenient, problems arise from this new life style.We seem to be caged in the modern technology;we are thinking alike as a result of using the same search engine, we are getting lazy as most of our work can be done by machines, and we are alienating people around us for we are more comfortable talking on phones and typing in front of a computer.If I was given the chance to make my magic wishes now, I would wish we could go back in time and live for three days without advanced technology.I wonder what we would do in those three days.Here is what I imagine:
On the first day, people would be feeling so uncomfortable with the new situation that they would probably be confused and just not know what to do.The world would be in a mess for the whole day.On the second day, as life goes on, people would have to find alternative ways to deal with their daily rituals: students would have to go to libraries for information they wanted instead of searching on Google;boys would have to express their affection to girls in person instead of sending an annoying txt message;and the young people of today would have the chance to experience the childhood of their parents.On this particular day, we could recover all we had lost in the modern world.Then comes the third day.After the previous two days, we would gradually come to realize that we should have paid more attention to our studies and work as we actually have so much creativity and potential within ourselves.We would also realize that we should have spent more time with a friend, a parent or a child as we do love them, but we don’t really understand them due to the lack of personal communication.We shouldn’t have been so dependent on modern technology as it wasn’t invented to confine us, but to inspire us.This last day would be spent in sparks of new ideas and sweet moments with our loved ones.Maybe some would argue that it is just my imagination, and that magic would never work in our world.True, but magic can always work in our hearts, helping us understand that we, instead of the machine, are the masters of the world.The key is to treasure our human initiative and connections, to see the world with our own eyes, explore the unknown with our minds and treat others with our hearts.Just like Aladdin didn’t choose to use magic to gain a happy life, we can make our choice, too.And when we do, we will live, as in the fairy tales, happily ever after.Thank you.季军
Milkman vs.Mailman
With the development of science and technology, change has penetrated into every aspect of our daily life.To illustrate that, I’d like to make a comparison of these two seemingly insignificant things: milkman and mailman, whose differences indicate our changing way of living with the times.Home milk delivery has almost gone extinct in China now, also gone with it are the milkmen, who once delivered bottled fresh milk door-to-door.On the other hand, mailman’s business or the courier service has thrived as online shopping gains popularity.However, in retrospect, I find something has been lost in this transition,something Shakespeare called as ―the milk of human kindness‖.When I was a kid, milk wasn’t for sale everywhere.For the families who need it, they depended on the milkmen to take it from the local dairy farms to their houses.In our neighborhood, there was such a milkman, whose arrival was much anticipated by the children and always brought us laughter and joy.He knew the name of every kid and could easily see through our tricks.If we didn’t behave, he would side with our parents and threaten to rob us of the nutritious drink.The entire neighborhood was acquainted with him;saw him as a member of the community just like the many residents or street vendors.There was a bond between all of us for it was not only the commodities that been transacted, but also a sense of caring and dependability.And that small box fixed onto our door, other than being a drop-off point for milk;it was a communication junction between the people as we took the initiative to reach out to others.Fast forward to today, milk is ubiquitous with no dedicated delivery system.But the convenience level of our live has gone up a notch.Almost everything is for sale online, which spares us all the travelling and talking.With a few ready clicks, shopping is done.The rest is left for those speed delivery companies.Usually it’s a grumpy mailman, who reaches us through cell phone, urging everyone to pick up their parcels as soon as possible.And the minute the receipt is signed, we rush back to unpack while the courier dashes to the next destination.There is barely a conversation carried out, nor do we feel the need to talk to such a stranger, who changes from time to time frequently.It seems that people are always in a hurry now, though we have more conveniences, still we run short of time to stop and stare, to speak and share.Call me an old-timer, but I think the personal touch represented by the milkman is what has been missing in the modern society.William Wordsworth once wrote that ―Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.‖ Modern technology may have multiplied our possessions or gave us more conveniences, but we run the risk of reducing our values if we lay waste our power of interpersonal relationships.
第二篇：16届21世纪杯英语演讲比赛 冠亚季军演讲稿
Championship article Have you ever bought any food on the train? And do you ask for the receipt after buying it? Nowadays, all trains in China provide its passengers with receipts for commodities, but 7 years ago, things were quite different.On 13th of October, 2004, the train T109 from Beijing to Shanghai was speeding on the railway.A graduate student bought a sausage at 1 yuan on the train, then asked for a receipt.“Are you kidding? It’s just one yuan!” The crew member was surprised.The student, however, answered in a determined voice, “I paid the money, so I deserve the receipt.”
“But we never give receipts on the train.’ As a result, his further request was turned down by a cold shoulder.Several days later, the student sued the National Railway Ministry, for not providing receipts for passengers.To his dismay, the court turned down the case for lack of evidence.But he, who majored in law at that time, believed law as a most powerful weapon, so he did not give up.Instead, he began his journey of collecting first-hand evidence by taking trains and buying commodities aboard.When his classmates were playing soccer, he was taking the train;When his classmates were buying food at Mcdonald’s, he was buying food on the train;When his classmates were asking girls out, he was asking for the receipts.As he joked, ‘I was either taking the train or on the way to take the train.’
One month later, he appeared in the court again, with newly-collected evidence and a stronger confidence.And I guess, ladies and gentlemen, you will all cheer for the result because this time, the student won the case.Very soon, a regulation about receipts on the train came out.And whatever we buy on the train now, there’s a receipt for us.Outside the court, the student was asked, “How do you make it to the end?” He said, “As a law student, I root my faith in law.I believe that law is there, to protect every person with no exception, and to ensure every person has a say.”
His words spread a strong faith in law, which is not only a doctrine of a law student, but also a belief that all citizens ought to hold.It is this faith that initiates the student to resort to law for a tiny issue;it is this faith that supports him to endure all the exhausting trips when collecting evidence;It is this faith that makes a seemingly “ridiculous” receipt request legal and rightful.It is this faith that helps to change our life, enhance our judicial system and bring social justice.To many, a receipt of 1 yuan is too small to mention, however rights are to be respected and law is to be believed in.It all starts with a tiny receipt of 1 yuan, but we get a monumental case, a new regulation and a bumper harvest in social justice.The bridge that leads a tiny start to a bumper harvest is faith, the faith in law, rightful and strong.Second place A couple of weeks ago, when I learned the theme of today’s competition, I asked some of my roommates: “What does ‘faith’ mean to you?” Just coming back from a philosophy class, the girls were in a poetic mood: “Faith is what John Lennon had when he wrote the legendary song ‘Imagine’ and dreamed of ‘world peace’”, “Faith is what the Hebrews had when they followed Moses through the Red Sea in search of their freedom.” “And faith is what the pilgrims had when they journeyed to that strange land on Mayflower, and started their pursuit of a new life.”
Thanks for the history lesson girls, but I was not asking for a great, historic event where faith might have altered the entire course of humanity.All I asked was “what does faith mean to you, to us, the individuals toiling with life’s hard choices each day?” Personally speaking, faith is like oxygen: I didn’t know how precious it was until I ran the risk of losing it.My heart stirs still every time memory brings me back to three years ago, when the devastating earthquake engulfed our country.As one of the few cities that took the hit the hardest that day, my hometown was suddenly devoured by a black hole of depression.Having forsaken our worldly possessions, my family joined the army of tents every night, holding our breath and waiting for daybreak;having abandoned the comfort of home, we managed to lift ourselves up, along with neighbors and friends, when each after-shock threatened to tear us down.As a politician once put it, in the face of disaster, we’re reminded that life can be unimaginably cruel, but it’s also in these moments, that we rediscover our common faith in life.Indeed, during those dark hours, faith blazed in the courage of my math teacher Ms.Liu, when she stayed behind in a shaking building until she made sure that the last student had safely evacuated;faith radiated from the persistence of my dad when he kept his eyes wide open every single night, so that my mom and I could have a good night’s sleep;faith was ignited from the empathy of my next-door neighbor, when she took a stranger that was in shock into her arms and consoled him with her warm embrace.In the end, faith was rekindled in the passion of me and my fellow classmates, who immediately got back to preparing for our College Entrance Examination the very next day, with gritted teeth, and a conviction as steady as a rock.Ladies and gentlemen, this is what faith means to me.It’s the small voice in our ears that says: be strong, be good, and don’t give up whenever we’re frustrated by life.That's why after three years, my friends and family have picked themselves up, dusted themselves off and with tougher spirits, begun again their journey towards a better future.At last, to twist the lyrics of last year’s charity song, I call upon my fellow young friends to chant together with me, in the name of faith, for all those who are still suffering in Haiti, Japan and Myanmar: when I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me faith, just like a waving flag.Let us carry above our heads the waving flag called Faith, and let its many inspirations lift us up from where we belong.Third-place Honorable judges, ladies and gentleman, good morning.I want you to tell me something.What’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you hear the word faith, a sacred and heart-warming word that’s supposed to remind you of all the beauties and goodness of life, the key that used to keep us going when confronted with all sorts of hardships and obstacles.However, when I hear the word faith, the thing it reminds me of is so remote and intangible.In this rich and peaceful era, there aren’t as many disasters or wars, especially for us young people whose lives are much easier and wealthier than our fathers’.So is faith gradually losing its significance in the human world nowadays? Like many of others, I used to think of faith as of no importance at all, and I deemed myself as a faithless person.I thought I can live my life perfectly fine without intentionally grasping something as my faith.Until one day I met an American Christian named John, who later became a very good friend of mine.John is an extremely faithful Christian, and he thinks of Jesus Christ as his lord.He, as a pastor, tried to convert me into a Christian when we first met.So he lectured me with his extensive knowledge of history and philosophy every time we hung out.In spite of his amazingly detailed description of the history of Jesus, what really got me intrigued is not the story he told, instead, is John himself as probably the first and most faithful person I’ve met in my entire life.I can feel the sparks in his eyes when he talks about biblical things, and I am so touched by the integrity of him when he says:” Jesus Christ is the ultimate pursuit of my life” without any hesitation or doubt.The more we got along, the more I became jealous of him, because he always seems to be joyful and optimistic.When I ask him how he manages it, he said:” I’ve had bad days too, but I also know that God is with me.So I know that it’ll all be okay.” Suddenly it occurred to me how lucky it is to have something you can completely put your trust into, something that will bring you strength when your mind is weak, something that reminds you “ it’s not so bad” when you’re filled with sorrow, something that gives your existence significance and bring it up to a higher level.So I was literally converted, not into a Christian, not into someone faithful either, but into someone who wants to be as faithful at least.That was the first time I am exposed to the power of faith.To put it simple, your life is complete only if you have faith.You must find something important and significant in your life, your purpose, your pursuit, whatever you call it.I’m not saying faith must relate to religion or God.It could be anything.It could be your career goal, your children, your lover, fellowship, or a certain kind of life style, anything, as long as you dare to trust your life in it with your heart of hearts.Now I’m still faithless.I haven’t become a Christian or find what matters to me most yet.But what John gave me is whole new perspective to see life.So I’ll strive to really feel and touch the beauty in life and won’t take it for granted.And that’s also what I encourage all of us to do.Keep looking for the faith of your own, and when you do, you’ll know it’s all worth it.
第三篇：16届21世纪杯英语演讲比赛 冠亚季军演讲稿
Championship article
Have you ever bought any food on the train? And do you ask for the receipt after buying it? Nowadays, all trains in China provide its passengers with receipts for commodities, but 7 years ago, things were quite different.On 13th of October, 2004, the train T109 from Beijing to Shanghai was speeding on the railway.A graduate student bought a sausage at 1 yuan on the train, then asked for a receipt.“Are you kidding? It’s just one yuan!” The crew member was surprised.The student, however, answered in a determined voice, “I paid the money, so I deserve the receipt.”
“But we never give receipts on the train.’ As a result, his further request was turned down by a cold shoulder.Several days later, the student sued the National Railway Ministry, for not providing receipts forpassengers.To his dismay, the court turned down the case for lack of evidence.But he, who majored in law at that time, believed law as a most powerful weapon, so he did not give up.Instead, he began his journey of collecting first-hand evidence by taking trains and buying commodities aboard.When his classmates were playing soccer, he was taking the train;When his classmates were buying food at Mcdonald’s, he was buying food on the train;When his classmates were asking girls out, he was asking for the receipts.As he joked, ‘I was either taking the train or on the way to take the train.’
One month later, he appeared in the court again, with newly-collected evidence and a stronger confidence.And I guess, ladies and gentlemen, you will all cheer for the result because this time, the student won the case.Very soon, a regulation about receipts on the train came out.And whatever we buy on the train now, there’s a receipt for us.Outside the court, the student was asked, “How do you make it to the end?” He said, “As a law student, I root my faith in law.I believe that law is there, to protect every person with no exception, and to ensure every person has a say.”
His words spread a strong faith in law, which is not only a doctrine of a law student, but also a belief that all citizens ought to hold.It is this faith that initiates the student to resort to law for a tiny issue;it is this faith that supports him to endure all the exhausting trips when collecting evidence;It is this faith that makes a seemingly “ridiculous” receipt request legal and rightful.It is this faith that helps to change our life, enhance our judicial system and bring social justice.To many, a receipt of 1 yuan is too small to mention, however rights are to be respected and law is to be believed in.It all starts with a tiny
receipt of 1 yuan, but we get a monumental case, a new regulation and a bumper harvest in social justice.The bridge that leads a tiny start to a bumper harvest is faith, the faith in law, rightful and strong.Second place
A couple of weeks ago, when I learned the theme of today’s competition, I asked some of my roommates: “What does ‘faith’ mean to you?” Just coming back from a philosophy class, the girls were in a poetic mood: “Faith is what John Lennon had when he wrote the legendary song ‘Imagine’ and dreamed of ‘world peace’”, “Faith is what the Hebrews had when they followed Moses through the Red Sea in search of their freedom.” “And faith is what the pilgrims had when they journeyed to that strange land on Mayflower, and started their pursuit of a new life.”
Thanks for the history lesson girls, but I was not asking for a great, historic event where faith might have altered the entire course of humanity.All I asked was “what does faith mean to you, to us, the individuals toiling with life’s hard choices each day?” Personally speaking, faith is like oxygen: I didn’t know how precious it was until I ran the risk of losing it.My heart stirs still every time memory brings me back to three years ago, when the devastating earthquake engulfed our country.As one of the few cities that took the hit the hardest that day, my hometown was suddenly devoured by a black hole of depression.Having forsaken our worldly possessions, my family joined the army of tents every night, holding our breath and waiting for daybreak;having abandoned the comfort of home, we managed to lift ourselves up, along with neighbors and friends, when each after-shock threatened to tear us down.As a politician once put it, in the face of disaster, we’re reminded that life can be unimaginably cruel, but it’s also in these moments, that we rediscover our common faith in life.Indeed, during those dark hours, faith blazed in the courage of my math teacher Ms.Liu, when she stayed behind in a shaking building until she made sure that the last student had safely evacuated;faith radiated from the persistence of my dad when he kept his eyes wide open every single night, so that my mom and I could have a good night’s sleep;faith was ignited from the empathy of my next-door neighbor, when she took a stranger that was in shock into her arms and consoled him with her warm embrace.In the end, faith was rekindled in the passion of me and my fellow classmates, who immediately got back to preparing for our College Entrance Examination the very next day, with gritted teeth, and a conviction as steady as a rock.Ladies and gentlemen, this is what faith means to me.It’s the small voice
in our ears that says: be strong, be good, and don’t give up whenever we’re frustrated by life.That's why after three years, my friends and family have picked themselves up, dusted themselves off and with tougher spirits, begun again their journey towards a better future.At last, to twist the lyrics of last year’s charity song, I call upon my fellow young friends to chant together with me, in the name of faith, for all those who are still suffering in Haiti, Japan and Myanmar: when I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me faith, just like a waving flag.Let us carry above our heads the waving flag called Faith, and let its many inspirations lift us up from where we belong.Third-place
Honorable judges, ladies and gentleman, good morning.I want you to tell me something.What’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you hear the word faith, a sacred and heart-warming word that’s supposed to remind you of all the beauties and goodness of life, the key that used to keep us going when confronted with all sorts of hardships and obstacles.However, when I hear the word faith, the thing it reminds me of is so remote and intangible.In this rich and peaceful era, there aren’t as many disasters or wars, especially for us young people whose lives are much easier and wealthier than our fathers’.So is faith gradually losing its significance in the human world nowadays? Like many of others, I used to think of faith as of no importance at all, and I deemed myself as a faithless person.I thought I can live my life perfectly fine without intentionally grasping something as my faith.Until one day I met an American Christian named John, who later became a very good friend of mine.John is an extremely faithful Christian, and he thinks of Jesus Christ as his lord.He, as a pastor, tried to convert me into a Christian when we first met.So he lectured me with his extensive knowledge of history and philosophy every time we hung out.In spite of his amazingly detailed description of the history of Jesus, what really got me intrigued is not the story he told, instead, is John himself as probably the first and most faithful person I’ve met in my entire life.I can feel the sparks in his eyes when he talks about biblical things, and I am so touched by the integrity of him when he says:” Jesus Christ is the ultimate pursuit of my life” without any hesitation or doubt.The more we got along, the more I became jealous of him, because he always seems to be joyful and optimistic.When I ask him how he manages it, he said:” I’ve had bad days too, but I also know that God is with me.So I know that it’ll all be okay.” Suddenly it occurred to me how lucky it is to have something you can completely put your trust into, something that will bring you strength when your mind is weak, something that reminds
you “ it’s not so bad” when you’re filled with sorrow, something that gives your existence significance and bring it up to a higher level.So I was literally converted, not into a Christian, not into someone faithful either, but into someone who wants to be as faithful at least.That was the first time I am exposed to the power of faith.To put it simple, your life is complete only if you have faith.You must find something important and significant in your life, your purpose, your pursuit, whatever you call it.I’m not saying faith must relate to religion or God.It could be anything.It could be your career goal, your children, your lover, fellowship, or a certain kind of life style, anything, as long as you dare to trust your life in it with your heart of hearts.Now I’m still faithless.I haven’t become a Christian or find what matters to me most yet.But what John gave me is whole new perspective to see life.So I’ll strive to really feel and touch the beauty in life and won’t take it for granted.And that’s also what I encourage all of us to do.Keep looking for the faith of your own, and when you do, you’ll know it’s all worth it.
第四篇：第12届21世纪英语演讲比赛冠亚季军演讲稿
Giving is Receiving—Personal Growth in Volunteer Work Morning，ladies and gentlemen.Last summer, I volunteered to work as an English teacher in a primary school for children of migrant workers.To be accurate, I didn’t volunteer.I was dragged in.literally.When my friends first hit upon the idea of this project, I was all against it: “What? To spend my vacation standing in the heat, yelling at a bunch of nine-year-olds who couldn’t even speak proper Mandarin Chinese? And besides, there’s no pay for my toil.No, I’m definitely not going.” My friends twisted my arms to have me join them.Unexpectedly, the first lesson I taught turned out a lesson for me.The moment I stepped into the shabby classroom, I was touched by the loud, respectful voices in unison: “Good morning, teacher!” Instead of fooling around, the children were thirsty for knowledge and efficient in absorbing everything I was able to give them.This made me despise myself for I hadn’t even prepared for the class.During the break, I leaned over the squeaky desk, chatting with a sweaty boy in the front row: “Without air-conditioning, it’s really hot here.Are you tired?” “Not at all,” said he, shaking his head.“It’s fine here.My Dad builds asphalt roads.That is really tiring and hot.”
As summer advanced, my enthusiasm as a teacher grew.I prepared my lesson carefully and even used some methods my teachers used.I organized many group activities to give the kids fun.Strangely enough, the heat was also becoming less and less unbearable.Soon, my one-month volunteer work came to an end.When I was leaving my last class, I turned back and saw smiling faces and waving hands.Never before had I ever had such a feeling of sadness, which was nevertheless mixed with a sense of enrichment, fulfillment and happiness.I was paid for my work, amply paid, not in terms of money, but something more valuable.My English was improved.I was able to teach it, although not very professional.I learned about the grassroots-level society.Inside myself a heart is growing, a heart that not only beats for myself, but cares for others as well.The volunteer work gave me a precious little chance to say thanks to people like the little boy’s father, who construct highways and undergrounds, build up modern skyscrapers, and make our cities more and more beautiful.To help the children with their English was all I could do at present to show my gratitude to these unsung heroes.The world may not have been fair to them, so privileged and blessed people like me are obliged to do whatever we can to help make their life better.Whatever I do for them, however, I know it cannot be compared with what they have done to improve the quality of life in our cities.Ladies and gentlemen, now I realize that volunteering shouldn’t be just a one-time personal experience.It should be a lifetime activity of everybody.Many of us are now offering our assistance to the needy and to each other.Our efforts have indeed made a difference.Whether we are helping children with their schooling, or caring for the elderly in nursing homes, and helping out with 2008 Beijing Olympics, we will not only contribute to the harmony of the world but also elevate ourselves.Emerson once said, “It’s one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.” He was right.I hear that my university is going to organize another voluntary teaching program this summer.This time I won’t be dragged in.I will volunteer.第12届21世纪杯全国英语演讲比赛亚军钟石演讲视频及演讲稿
第12届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛亚军钟石学校：中国传媒大学专业：英语播音主持指导老师：吴敏苏英
0 第12届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛亚军钟石 学校：中国传媒大学 专业：英语播音主持 指导老师：吴敏苏
英语演讲稿：
Ladies and gentlemen, good morning!
I’m from Sichuan Province, which is also the place pandas come from.Last summer, I volunteered to be a tour guide for a group of kids from a rural elementary school, who had been invited by the 1)Chengdu Giant Panda Breeding Center to see the pandas.Halfway through our trip, a little boy told me he thought the pandas?home looked a bit dirty and asked whether he could clean their 2)enclosures.I was surprised that this boy, who was so desperately in need of help himself, was thinking of helping the giant pandas!I had volunteered to offer him my time and knowledge, and he had volunteered to provide the pandas with a feeling of human warmth.Though different in form, both types of help meant something to the respective receivers.Many people have an outdated 3)perception of volunteer work, 4)associating it with the 19th century ideal of 5)charitable deeds, done by the haves for the have-nots.However, offering help today does not require that one has money, knowledge or materials, and therefore the right to perform volunteer work is not 6)restricted to people who are able to give these things to others, but belongs to anyone who can benefit society in moral, spiritual and emotional ways that money alone cannot buy.In other words, anyone can volunteer, as long as they are willing to help.Furthermore, having a volunteering spirit gives one the ability to do a good deed at any time.Last year, CCTV, awarded the ?)2006 China Prize for People Who Move China?to a countryside woman who, for 30 years, has been taking care of five senior citizens, with whom she has no blood ties.Public recognition was not the driving force behind her years of tireless
work.Neither had any special event in her life pushed her to serve these people.The volunteering spirit she 8)manifested was a natural flow of affection toward people in need, and was reflected in every tiny thing she had done for each of these five elderly people over the years.Her example teaches us that the 9)essence and power of the volunteer spirit is not only in offering help to anyone, but also in doing so whenever, and indeed, wherever it is needed.In practical terms, this means that we do not have to wait until the Tree-Planting Day to plant a tree for the betterment of environment.Likewise, we don’t have to wait until the 10)tsunami hits the headlines to help poor people living in South Asia;and we do not have to wait until the Olympic Games begin to show our 11)hospitality to our foreign visitors.Winston Churchill once said, “We make a living by what we get;we make a life by what we give.”Ladies and gentlemen, I hope every one of you earns a wonderful living and gets plenty;but I hope even more that all of us, by giving people in need part of whatever we’re blessed with, can lead a fulfilling life we will never regret having lived.That’s all for my speech.Thank you.第十二届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛季军，杨赫，来自清华大学英语演讲稿：Honorable judges, ladies
第十二届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛季军，杨赫，来自清华大学
Honorable judges, ladies and gentlemen,good afternoon.I believe we need a longer March in China.On March 5th, 2005,I volunteered to visit an orphanage with may classmates.The kids there were very excited about our visit and we had a great time together.A little girl impressed me most.She followed me everywhere and kept asking me questions of all kinds.Before we left the orphanage, I said to the little girl ,“Maybe, I can make one of your wishes come true.If you had just one wish, what would it be?” After a short hesitation, she replied,“ I wish......I wish every month was March, because you won't come back to me after March.Nobody comes back to me after March.” I was shocked by her answer.I felt great pain inside and realized that something was not going right.The month of March is called “the Month of Lei Feng in China.” Lei Feng was a Chinese soldior admired for his willness to help others.In memory of him, it is advocated that we do some voluntary work in March.Is there anything wrong with "the month of Lei Feng? Of course not.Helping others through voluntary work is a glorious tradition we should always treasure.However ,one month alone, is not enough to keep the little girl's heart warm throughout the year, one month alone, is not enough to bring our love and care to those who are always in need.We need a longer March in China.March should last all year round.What can we do to achieve this goal,then? What can we do to make the little girl's dream come true? Here two of my suggestions.The first is, we should continue to promote the idea that when we give, we also receive.We should be grateful to those who need our love and care, for it is through helping them that we receive acknowledgement and respect, and it is through helping them that we realize our personal value and achieve a sense of belonging.I feel grateful to those children in the orphanage.I t was thses children who helped me realize that I am useful and I am needed.My second suggestion is, everybody, if possible , should start doing voluntary work right now.Do not wait until you are free.Do not wait until you get rich.Take action now ,and make a commitment to it.Maybe our small donation to poor children won't immediately change their fates.Maybe our smiles we bring to the patients fighting against cancer won't immediately relieve their pain.But ,I believe, our consistent and constant efforts throughout the year will surely bring voluntary work
in China toward a better future.Honorable judges, ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching the end of March.When March is over , do we stop giving love and care to those who need it ? When March is over , do we pack up our volunteer spirit and store it in the closet until next year? No, that was not wha we want!We want a longer March.We need a longer March, long enough to warm up those lonely and hopeless hearts, long enough to allow the flowers of our volunteer spirit to bloom and grow forever.Thank you!
第五篇：第11届21世纪英语演讲比赛冠亚季军演讲稿
曹丰：清华大学选手，第十一届“21世纪·澳门之星杯”全国英语演讲比赛冠军。演讲稿：Our Future: A Battle between Dreams and Reality
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen:
When I was in the primary school, I have a dream.I want to invent a device which could bring you from one place to another in no time at all.When I was in the secondary school, my dream was to study in my ideal university.And when eventually I got into the university, my dream was to graduate.How pathetic!When we grow up, we dream less and become more realistic.Why? Why do we have to change our dreams, so, so in order to let it be “fulfilled”? Why do we have to surrender to the so-called “reality”? What IS the reality actually?
Ladies and gentlemen, the reality is not real.It is a barrier keeping us from all the possible fantasies.Flying, for example, had been a dream to mankind for thousands of years.A hundred years ago, “man could not fly” was still regarded as the “reality”.Now if that was really the reality, what did the Wright brothers do? How did some of you get to Macau? Only when we believe that the reality is not real can we soar with our dreams.People say that our future is a battle between the reality and our dreams.And if, unfortunately, Mr.Reality wins this war, then I see no future of mankind at all.AIDS will never be curable as this IS the reality;People living in the undeveloped countries will suffer from starvation forever as this IS the reality;Disputes among different countries would never be settled as this misunderstandings and intolerance IS the reality.Ladies and gentlemen, how many of you have a dream of being able to make a lot of money? Please raise your hands.Oh, quite a number of you!Actually, ladies and gentlemen, this is not a dream, but a task.Every one of us has to make a living, right? Anyway I hope your task will be accomplished.How many of you think that you have already fulfilled your dream and that you don't dream anymore? Dear adjudicators, what do you think? C.S.Lewis once said, “You are never too old to dream a new dream.” So for our future, please dream and be unrealistic.Now that I am a university student, my goal is to graduate with excellences.But at the same time, I have a dream deeply rooted in our future.One day, people living in the areas now sweltering with the horror of wars will be able to sit with their families and enjoy their every moment.One day, people from the rich countries are willing to share what they have with those from the poor countries and those from the poor countries will eventually be able to make their own happy living themselves.One day, different cultures in this age of globalization will coexist with tolerance and the unfriendly confrontations among them will be eliminated.One day, the globe will share the dream with me and we will all contribute to making our dream come true.One day, our dream will defeat the reality!Thank you very much.吴相臣：天津师范大学选手，第十一届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛亚军。演讲稿：Our Future: the Garden of One Flower or Many Flowers
I have a friend who just started his career as a teacher in a primary school.Weeks ago, he asked me to raise a topic for his mid-term composition test.I was curious why he chose me to give a topic, because he is a teacher himself.He said that he wanted something the students can really show their different ideas.Without thinking, I told him to let his students write about what they would do if they were given one million US dollars.My friend left with satisfaction, and I fell into my old memories.It reminded me of my old days in primary school.We were learning to do narration in the fifth grade's Chinese class.Our teacher required us to write a composition with the topic “My Most Unforgettable Day” with our real experience.When papers came back, half of the students wrote about the first day they came to school.The rest of the compositions were all about picking money on the streets and giving it to policemen, or helping a blind man cross the street.Of course I was among them.But I remember very clearly, that one student, only one student gave something different.He wrote about the day that he first kissed a girl.I read his composition.After all these years, I can't recite every word, but I dare to say, that even Shakespeare, may not be able to write as equally good when he was 11 years old.The composition was written out of real experience and genuine emotions.Contrary to those fake stories, it sounds real and natural.But the kid was scored zero.Our teacher thought the content was unhealthy, I'm sure you know the meaning of this Chinglish word “unhealthy”.That was 15 years ago.When you read those compositions, and you feel that half of our population is blind, so all those kids could have a chance to help a blind man cross the street, and every one of us has a hole in our pocket, so all those kids could have a chance to pick up the lost money and give it to policemen.A few days ago, my friend sent me an e-mail of all the copies of his students' compositions.I have to say, I was sadly disillusioned.Among those papers 40% said that they wanted to donate the money to people in poverty, so their children can go to school.The rest compositions are much more alike.Some wanted to support the panda protection project, some wanted to buy books to enlarge their knowledge.One student even said that he would like to spend his one million dollars on the effort to cure AIDS.I was more astonished to find that a ten-year-old child knew what AIDS really is.We all have been kids, and we knew what we had once wanted.But, there was no composition about spending the money on video games, nice clothes, chocolates, ice-creams and expensive toys.Like 15 years ago, students won't tell the truth of their hearts.It has always been our dream to open our children's hearts.We encourage them to describe their dreams, and acted as if we are ready to accept their thoughts.But the fact is that, children are scared by the zero marked on their papers.They are trained to say what we want to hear.People compare children to flowers of tomorrow.And parents dream about the scenery that roses, tulips, daffodils flourish in the future.But down the road we are going on, in the future, or the future of future, only one kind of flower can be found.And that's the flower we like most.徐鸿达：外交学院选手，第十一届“21世纪杯”全国英语演讲比赛季军。
演讲稿：Dream vs.Reality
Last month, I happened to watch an interview of a Chinese student studying abroad.At one point the hostess asked: “For how long have you been away from home?” “Three years,” he said.“How do you keep in touch with your parents?” “We wrote emails,” the young man replied proudly.“Then I guess your parents learned how to send an email just because of you, right?” Having heard this from the hostess, the young man was speechless for a long time.Indeed, in the world today, it is not easy for the elder generation to keep up to date with the rapid development of technology.This story reminded me of my concerns when I first left home for college three years ago: My parents don't understand English.They couldn't identify the buttons marked in English on our remote controls.So when I was away from home, who would help them select Chinese subtitles when they wanted to watch a foreign movie on our DVD? My parents don't use pinyin, the phonetic symbols for Chinese.Therefore, they couldn't input Chinese characters into their cell phones using the keyboard.Without me, whom could they depend on when they needed to reply to a text message? I worried a lot, so before I left, I carefully prepared a flow chart on how to operate the DVD player, and stored as many template messages in my parents' phones as I could possibly think of.Fortunately, my efforts did work for my parents.However, what makes me more optimistic is that society at large is becoming more concerned about the elder generation, and the fruit of technological innovation is no longer believed to be an asset only for the young people.Today, with simple Chinese instructions on the remote control, even my 80-year-old grandfather can play his favorite TV program on a DVD.Last year, with the money I earned from a part-time job, I bought my mother a new cell phone which supports handwritten messages instead of inputting words through a keyboard.And now, my mother no longer has to use the templates messages I've stored for her, instead, she now sends me messages as long as 300 words.The joy I have when reading those text messages is inexpressible, not only because of the words she writes, but also because our technology has indeed become a real blessing in her life.Two years ago, the counter service in our neighborhood bank was replaced by an ATM station.With those intelligent machines, people can carry out all their regular banking services.My father, however, was not used to such a change.Thereafter, he always walked three blocks further to a bank with a counter to use their services.In the future, however, this will no longer happen, because when I went to that ATM station again last spring festival, I found a delightful change: the terminals there have adopted a voice guidance system.While I was there, I noticed a grey haired man using the voice instructions.And despite his hesitation between pressing the buttons, he left the bank with a satisfactory smile.What a marvel!My vision for the future was unfolding before my very eyes.At that moment, I rejoiced thinking of my father, someday, standing there using the banking service.I rejoiced thinking of myself that when I become old, the new inventions can still ease my life rather than making the life harder.
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