读书是学习，摘抄是整理，写作是创造，下面是漂亮的编辑帮家人们整理的大学生的英语演讲三分钟【优秀3篇】，希望对大家有所帮助。
it is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition.it would probably be a kinder world:without demands,without abrasions,without disappointments.people would have time for reflection.such work as they did would not be for themselves but for the would never enter would be eliminated,tension become a thing of the past.the stress of creation would be at an end.art would no longer be troubling,but purely celebratory in its functions.longevity would be increased,for fewer people would die of heart attack or stroke caused by tumultuous endeavor.anxiety would be extinct.time would stretch on and on,with ambition long departed from the human heart.
ah,how unrelievedly boring life would be?
there is a strong view that holds that success is a myth,and ambition therefore a sham.does this mean that success does not really exist?that achievement is at bottom empty?that efforts of men and women are of no significance alongside the force of movements and events?now not all success,obviously,is worth esteeming,nor all ambition worth cultivating.which are and which are not is something one soon enough learns on one’s own.but even the most cynical secretly admit that success exists; that achievement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions of men and women are believe otherwise is to take on a point of view that is likely to deranging.it is,in its implications,to remove all motives for competence,in attainment,and regard for posterity.
we do not choose to be born.we do not choose our parents.we do not choose our historical epoch,the country of our birth,or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing.we do not,most of us,choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death.but within all this realm of choicelessness,we do choose how we shall live:courageously or in cowardice,honorably or dishonorably,with purpose or in drift.we decide what is important and what is trivial in life.we decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refuse to do.but no matter how indifferent the universe to our choices and decisions,these choices and decisions are ours to make.we decide.we choose.and as we decide and choose,so are our lives formed.in the end,forming our own destiny is what ambition about.
happineis like a pebble dropped into a pool to set in motion anever-widening circle of ripples. as stevenson has said, being happy is aduty.
there is no exact definition of the word happiness. happy people are happyfor all sorts of reasons. the key is not wealth or physical well-being, since wefind beggars, invalids and so-called failures, who are extremely happy.
being happy is a sort of unexpected dividend. but staying happy is anaccomplishment, a triumph of soul and character. it is not selfish to strive forit. it is, indeed, a duty to ourselves and others.
being unhappy is like an infectious disease. it causes people to shrinkaway from the sufferer. he soon finds himself alone, miserable and embittered.there is, however, a cure so si-mp-le as to seem, at first glance, ridiculous;if you don’t feel happy, pretend to be!
it works. before long you will find that instead of repelling people, youattract them. you discover how deeply rewarding it is to be the center of widerand wider circles of good will.
then the make-believe becomes a reality. you possethe secret of peace ofmind, and can forget yourself in being of service to others.
being happy, once it is realized as a duty and established as a habit,opens doors into unimaginable gardens thronged with grateful friends.
My Father
Everyone has a father. My father is of middle height. He is stout and severe looking, with keen expressive eyes. On first sight you may feel he is hard to approach. In fact he is very kind and considerate. Appearance is often misleading, so judge not by appearance.
I believe my father is a talented man. He is decisive and efficient in doing things. By his own talents and efforts, he has secured for the family a good soclal position and a comparatively rich life. People of all fields come to my house and, as a result, I gain lots of hard-earned social experiences and see more joys and sorrows of the world.
But at home, he is a harsh parent. He has high expectations of me. When I am lazy and idling away my time, I can see that it hurts him deeply. When I am doing something great, such as writing a book, he is more than excited. With such a father I am always reminded to go on and on, never give up.