《有关英文朗诵稿(七篇)》

有关英文朗诵稿（精选6篇）

有关英文朗诵稿 篇1

Age has reached the end of the beginning of a word. May be guilty in his seems to passing a lot of different life became the appearance of the same day; May be back in the past, to oneself the paranoid weird belief disillusionment, these days, my mind has been very messy, in my mind constantly. Always feel oneself should go to do something, or write something. Twenty years of life trajectory deeply shallow, suddenly feel something, do it.

The end of our life, and can meet many things really do?

During my childhood, think lucky money and new clothes are necessary for New Year, but as the advance of the age, will be more and more found that those things are optional; Junior high school, thought to have a crush on just means that the real growth, but over the past three years later, his writing of alumni in peace, suddenly found that isn't really grow up, it seems is not so important; Then in high school, think don't want to give vent to out your inner voice can be in the high school children of the feelings in a period, but was eventually infarction when graduation party in the throat, later again stood on the pitch he has sweat profusely, looked at his thrown a basketball hoops, suddenly found himself has already can't remember his appearance.

Originally, this world, can produce a chemical reaction to an event, in addition to resolutely, have to do, and time.

A person's time, your ideas are always special to clear. Want, want, line is clear, as if nothing could shake his. Also once seemed to be determined to do something, but more often is he backed out at last. Dislike his cowardice, finally found that there are a lot of love, there are a lot of miss, like shadow really have been doomed. Those who do, just green years oneself give oneself an arm injection, or is a self-righteous spiritual.

At the moment, the sky is dark, the air is fresh factor after just rained. Suddenly thought of blue plaid shirt; Those were broken into various shapes of stationery; From the corner at the beginning of deep friendship; Have declared the end of the encounter that haven't start planning... Those years, those days of do, finally, like youth, will end in our life.

有关英文朗诵稿 篇2

my youth ,my dream

We all want to believe that we are capable of great feats ,of reaching our fullest potential .

We need dreams .They give us a vision of a better future .

They nourish our spirit ,they represent possibility even then we are dragged down by reality .They keep us going .

Most successful people are dreamers .

Dreamers are not content with merely mediocre ,because no one ever dreams of going half way .

When I was a little girl ,I didn’t dream of a life of stryggle and frustration .

I dreamed of doing something big and splashy ,something significant .I dreamed big .

But now ,I become realistic .

I have a dream that I can have my own firm one day .

Because I major in economic ,I can use my special knowledge to run the company .

When I have a lot of money ,I will donate some of them to help others .

My dreams are worthless ,my plans are dust ,my goals are impossible .

All are of no value unless they are followed by action .

Action is the food and drink which will nourish my success .

If I don’t take any actions to realize my dream ,it will become a fantasy .

When I was little ,I dreamed big .

It’s a pity for me that I didn’t do anything to approach it .

I always think that when I grow up ,I can take some actions .

But when I grow up truly ,I forget my dream and my ambition .

So I will not avoid the tasks of today and charge them to tomorrow .

For I know that tomorrow never comes .

Let me act now even though my actions may not bring success for it is better to act and fail than not be act and flounder .

Success will not wait .

If I delay ,she will become betrothed another and lost ti me forever .

I will take every effort to accomplish my dream .i won’t let it become a fantasy ,it is just my dream .maybe some years later ,it will become true .

有关英文朗诵稿 篇3

Love Your Life

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.

It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is.

You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.

The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable.

Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old, return to them.

Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

有关英文朗诵稿 篇4

Catch the Star That Will Take You to Your Dreams

Catch the star that holds your destiny,the one that forever twinkles within your heart.Take advantage of precious opportunities while they still sparkle before you.Always believe that your ultimate goal is attainable as long as you commit yourself to it.

Though barriers may sometimes stand in the way of your dreams,remember that your destiny is hiding behind them.Accept the fact that not everyone is going to approve of the choices you've made,have faith in your judgment,catch the star that twinkles in your heart,and it will lead you to your destiny's path.Follow that pathway and uncover the sweet sunrises that await you.

Take pride in your accomplishments,as they are stepping stones to your dreams.Understand that you may make mistakes,but don't let them discourage you.Value your capabilities and talents for they are what make you truly unique.The greatest gifts in life are not purchased,but acquired through hard work and determination.

This is Faith at Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax.Find the star that twinkles in your heart for you alone are capable of making your brightest dreams come true.Give your hopes everything you've got and you will catch the star that holds your destiny.

One of the most important habits in life is to feed your mind with positive mental food.Remember,you are very susceptible to the suggested influences in your environment,whether radio,television,newspapers,magazines,billboards or conversations with other people.Your mind is your most important and precious asset.You must protect it and keep it clean,clear and focused on what you want,rather than allowing it to be polluted by the negative influences around you.

Refuse to watch terror or trash on television.Refuse to read about all the murders,robberies,rapes and tragedies in the newspapers.Refuse to listen to endless hours of mindless radio commentary on all the problems in the modern world.Refuse to engage in endless conversations with people about all the political and social problems in your nation or community.Keep your mind clean,clear,positive and free.

Not only do you become what you think about,but also you become what you feed into your mind on a regular basis.If you want to be positive,optimistic and happy,continually feed your mind with positive books and articles,positive audio learning programs,positive input and information from other experts in your field,and positive conversations with other optimistic goal-oriented people who are going somewhere with their lives.

有关英文朗诵稿 篇5

Home Thoughts ,from abroad

Robert browning

1)

Oh,to be in England

Now that April's there ,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees,some morning ,unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the bushwood sheaf

Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,

While the chaffinch sings on the orchid bough

In England-now!

2)

And after April ,when May follows,

The whitethroat builds ,and all the swallows!

Hark,where my blossomed peartree in the hedge

Leans to the field and scatters on the clover

Blossoms and dewdrops ---at the bent spray's edge-

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,

Lest you should think he never could recapture

The first fine careless rapture!

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew

The buttercups ,the little children's dower

--Far brighter than this gaudy melon -flower !

英文朗诵稿篇6：Remember me

--- Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go ,yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that planned:

Only remember me ;you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember,do not grieve:

For it darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad. "

有关英文朗诵稿 篇7

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!