英语二分钟演讲稿（精选3篇）
good morning, ladies and gentlemen. i’d like to share my teaching dream with you. but before that, i want to say something about the beginning of this dream. in march this year, three teachers from australia came to our school. during the meeting, we exchanged a lot about education. i found that though we have almost the same teaching philosophy, we have different routines. what impressed me most was that their schools end at 3:00 in the afternoon and have no night classes. i can’t tell which kind of routine is better, but the sharp contrast made me think about a better education. the following is a dreamy school in my mind, in which there is no pressure but pleasure.
in this school, the buildings are well designed, close to nature. in the morning, children can read while enjoying the beautiful sunrise. in the evening, they can exercise by the lake reflecting the amazing sunset. in the spring, they can go to the wild, lie on the lawn, and watch the kite flying in the blue sky. in the summer, they can go to the forest, live in a cabin, and listen to the rhythm of the rain. …
in short, in this school, the principal is satisfied, the teachers are happy and the students are joyful. that’s my dream.
Last year, she put aside her private business and signed up for a one-year, full-time management course in a college. “This was the wisest decision I have ever made,” she said proudly like a teenage girl. To her, college is always a right place to pick up new ideas, and new ideas always make her feel young.
“Compared with the late 70s,” she says, “now college students have many doors.” My aunt cannot help but recall her first college experience in 1978 when college doors began to be re-opened after the Cultural Revolution. She was assigned to study engineering despite her desire to study Chinese literature, and a few years later, the government sent her to work in a TV factory.
I was shocked when she first told me how she (had) had no choice in her major and job. Look at us today! So many doors are open to us! I believe there have never been such abundant opportunities for self-development as we have today. And my aunt told me that we should reach our goals by grasping all these opportunities.
笛声清越，箫声深沉，古琴叮咚，琵琶瑟瑟，这些丝竹之音，吹之抚之，皆可使人沉醉。不过乐声虽好，却还比不上书之声。
我常常端坐在窗前，凝视着那泛黄的书页。飒飒的清响中，散发出古旧之香。细细品味那岁月创造出来的文学之美。
细雨一丝一丝切在窗玻璃上，久而久之，却也融合成了一副淡墨山水画。
记得十二岁那年，父亲背回一叠书。其中一本便是《朱自清散文精选》。大抵是出于本家的缘故，我拣了这本，打算漫漫品读一番。手执一本书，凝神静气，夹杂着小扣柴扉的心愿。我打开目录……循着页码翻找那令人心醉的《荷塘月色》，在指尖与页角的摩擦瞬间，一阵荷香激起了我敏锐的嗅觉。
欣然翻开文章，“这几天心里颇不宁静……”读着读着，似乎是进入了梦境。漫步在河畔的小煤屑路上，凉风习习，心里满怀着惬意。一个人在苍茫的月下，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想，便觉是个自由的人。
我疑心这是深夜品读的好文章，而我却在阳光下将它读完，心里多少有些不甘。
在我的记忆里，那荷就像一位寂寞的女子，孤独哀伤，不消残酒的浓睡之后，云鬓散乱，独倚望江楼，却过尽千帆皆不是;斜晖脉脉，江水拍岸，清冷的回旋是她的满腹愁肠。她似乎是在微笑，真可谓是一笑倾城，二笑倾国，三笑倾我心。
我似乎陷入了荷塘柳丛深处，日日迷恋那残荷之美。陶醉在清一色的荷叶下，定然别有一番风味。
碧绿的池水，犹如一缸浓浓的绿酒。淡淡的荷香四处飘散开去。在这荷花仙境中，自然也就知道自清先生的用意所在了。
钟敬文曾说：“自清的作品，虽没有周作人先生的隽永，俞平伯先生的绵密，徐志摩先生的艳丽，冰心女士的飘逸，却于这些而外，另有一种真挚清幽的神态。”朴素，忠厚，平淡的生活就像他的名字，如荷花般出淤泥而不染，濯青涟而不妖，带着永恒的自清飘逸四方。这不禁使人对一代文豪深深敬佩。
在岁月的流逝中，池水沐浴着我，成为人生的温情洗涤。
如今，《荷塘月色》已伴我跨过童年的门槛。东风拂面催桃李，雄鹰舒翅展鹏程。人生能有几回搏，且得成功遍地春。多少年后重温那段激情岁月，定会留下美好的回忆。
轻轻的，打开一本书。静静聆听，无声之中，早已望见大千世界：如鸟语花香般轻易绵绵，如高峰峻峦般层层叠叠。好似一只雄鹰翱翔在梦想天空之上……