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ted的演讲稿篇1
少年pi的全名叫：派西尼。莫利托。帕特尔，方便起见，就叫他派好了。
派是一个从小生活在动物园的孩子，一次，为了搬去加拿大，派一家与动物们登上了开往大洋彼岸的货船“齐姆楚姆号”。
天有不测风云，在一个风雨交加的早晨，船沉了。睡梦中的人们还不知道发生了什么，就沉入了这蔚蓝色的海洋。只有派与一只斑马，一只红猩猩，一只鬣狗，还有一只名叫理查德。帕克的成年孟加拉虎乘上了救生艇，
弱肉强食的生存法则毫不意外地在这里被印证。
一艘小小的救生艇自然无法满足他们的生存需求，所以自然而然的，鬣狗吃掉了斑马与红猩猩，有被老虎吃掉。只剩下派与理查德。帕克了。
我本以为派也会被老虎吃掉，之后老虎死于缺水，在之后全剧终。可看着剩下200多页纸的厚度，我便打消了这可笑的念头。
不出所料，奇迹发生了。
派与这只孟加拉虎，在这条长仅26英尺的小艇上和谐共存了几个月，直至获救。
看到这里，我不得不对派肃然起敬。他是如此的勇敢，坚强。换做是我，或许早就因老虎的利爪或缺水而死了，但他却能用自己仅有的一切，与一只老虎在一望无边的太平洋上共存，这需要多么强烈的求生意志，多么强大的自信心啊!
在对比一下自己，整日无所事事，得过且过，无抱负无追求，为什么派可以超越自己的极限?我想，是压力的缘故吧。
派的压力来自于死亡，为了生存下来，他可以发挥出自己的全部潜质，是死亡的压力拯救了他。
而我的压力主要来自父母和老师。只要成绩有些进步，就可以说失去了压力，一个失去压力的人一定不会有什么大成就，因为压力就像燃油，是我们前进时不可缺少的动力。没有了动力，我们只能停下，倒退，最终被淘汰。
有压力是好事，但也要适度。就像汽车超速了会被罚款，压力过大了，也会使我们不负重担。只有适当的压力加上灿烂的微笑，美好的未来才会向我们挥手。
所以，朋友们，让我们用双手去拥抱这可爱的压力吧。
无压力，不动力!
ted的演讲稿篇2
简介：残奥会短跑冠军aimeemullins天生没有腓骨，从小就要学习靠义肢走路和奔跑。如今，她不仅是短跑选手、演员、模特，还是一位稳健的演讲者。她不喜欢字典中“disabled”这个词，因为负面词汇足以毁掉一个人。但是，坦然面对不幸，你会发现等待你的是更多的机会。
i'd like to share with you a discovery that i made a few months ago whilewriting an article for italian wired. i always keep my thesaurus handy wheneveri'm writing anything, but i'd already finished editing the piece, and i realizedthat i had never once in my life looked up the word "disabled" to see what i'dfind.
let me read you the entry. "disabled, adjective: crippled, helpless,useless, wrecked, stalled, maimed, wounded, mangled, lame, mutilated, run-down,worn-out, weakened, impotent, castrated, paralyzed, handicapped, senile,decrepit, laid-up, done-up, done-for, done-in cracked-up, counted-out; see alsohurt, useless and weak. antonyms, healthy, strong, capable." i was reading thislist out loud to a friend and at first was laughing, it was so ludicrous, buti'd just gotten past "mangled," and my voice broke, and i had to stop andcollect myself from the emotional shock and impact that the assault from thesewords unleashed.
you know, of course, this is my raggedy old thesaurus so i'm thinking thismust be an ancient print date, right? but, in fact, the print date was the early1980s, when i would have been starting primary school and forming anunderstanding of myself outside the family unit and as related to the other kidsand the world around me. and, needless to say, thank god i wasn't using athesaurus back then. i mean, from this entry, it would seem that i was born intoa world that perceived someone like me to have nothing positive whatsoever goingfor them, when in fact, today i'm celebrated for the opportunities andadventures my life has procured.
so, i immediately went to look up the __ online edition, e_pecting to finda revision worth noting. here's the updated version of this entry.unfortunately, it's not much better. i find the last two words under "nearantonyms," particularly unsettling: "whole" and "wholesome."
so, it's not just about the words. it's what we believe about people whenwe name them with these words. it's about the values behind the words, and howwe construct those values. our language affects our thinking and how we view theworld and how we view other people. in fact, many ancient societies, includingthe greeks and the romans, believed that to utter a curse verbally was sopowerful, because to say the thing out loud brought it into e_istence. so, whatreality do we want to call into e_istence: a person who is limited, or a personwho's empowered? by casually doing something as simple as naming a person, achild, we might be putting lids and casting shadows on their power. wouldn't wewant to open doors for them instead?
one such person who opened doors for me was my childhood doctor at the a.i.dupont institute in wilmington, delaware. his name was dr. pizzutillo, anitalian american, whose name, apparently, was too difficult for most americansto pronounce, so he went by dr. p. and dr. p always wore really colorful bowties and had the very perfect disposition to work with children.
i loved almost everything about my time spent at this hospital, with thee_ception of my physical therapy sessions. i had to do what seemed likeinnumerable repetitions of e_ercises with these thick, elastic bands --different colors, you know -- to help build up my leg muscles, and i hated thesebands more than anything -- i hated them, had names for them. i hated them. and,you know, i was already bargaining, as a five year-old child, with dr. p to tryto get out of doing these e_ercises, unsuccessfully, of course. and, one day, hecame in to my session -- e_haustive and unforgiving, these sessions -- and hesaid to me, "wow. aimee, you are such a strong and powerful little girl, i thinkyou're going to break one of those bands. when you do break it, i'm going togive you a hundred bucks."
now, of course, this was a simple ploy on dr. p's part to get me to do thee_ercises i didn't want to do before the prospect of being the richestfive-year-old in the second floor ward, but what he effectively did for me wasreshape an awful daily occurrence into a new and promising e_perience for me.and i have to wonder today to what e_tent his vision and his declaration of meas a strong and powerful little girl shaped my own view of myself as aninherently strong, powerful and athletic person well into the future.
this is an e_ample of how adults in positions of power can ignite the powerof a child. but, in the previous instances of those thesaurus entries, ourlanguage isn't allowing us to evolve into the reality that we would all want,the possibility of an individual to see themselves as capable. our languagehasn't caught up with the changes in our society, many of which have beenbrought about by technology. certainly, from a medical standpoint, my legs,laser surgery for vision impairment, titanium knees and hip replacements foraging bodies that are allowing people to more fully engage with their abilities,and move beyond the limits that nature has imposed on them -- not to mentionsocial networking platforms allow people to self-identify, to claim their owndescriptions of themselves, so they can go align with global groups of their ownchoosing. so, perhaps technology is revealing more clearly to us now what hasalways been a truth: that everyone has something rare and powerful to offer oursociety, and that the human ability to adapt is our greatest asset.
the human ability to adapt, it's an interesting thing, because people havecontinually wanted to talk to me about overcoming adversity, and i'm going tomake an admission: this phrase never sat right with me, and i always felt uneasytrying to answer people's questions about it, and i think i'm starting to figureout why. implicit in this phrase of "overcoming adversity" is the idea thatsuccess, or happiness, is about emerging on the other side of a challenginge_perience unscathed or unmarked by the e_perience, as if my successes in lifehave come about from an ability to sidestep or circumnavigate the presumedpitfalls of a life with prosthetics, or what other people perceive as mydisability. but, in fact, we are changed. we are marked, of course, by achallenge, whether physically, emotionally or both. and i'm going to suggestthat this is a good thing. adversity isn't an obstacle that we need to getaround in order to resume living our life. it's part of our life. and i tend tothink of it like my shadow. sometimes i see a lot of it, sometimes there's verylittle, but it's always with me. and, certainly, i'm not trying to diminish theimpact, the weight, of a person's struggle.
there is adversity and challenge in life, and it's all very real andrelative to every single person, but the question isn't whether or not you'regoing to meet adversity, but how you're going to meet it. so, our responsibilityis not simply shielding those we care for from adversity, but preparing them tomeet it well. and we do a disservice to our kids when we make them feel thatthey're not equipped to adapt. there's an important difference and distinctionbetween the objective medical fact of my being an amputee and the subjectivesocietal opinion of whether or not i'm disabled. and, truthfully, the only realand consistent disability i've had to confront is the world ever thinking that icould be described by those definitions.
in our desire to protect those we care about by giving them the cold, hardtruth about their medical prognosis, or, indeed, a prognosis on the e_pectedquality of their life, we have to make sure that we don't put the first brick ina wall that will actually disable someone. perhaps the e_isting model of onlylooking at what is broken in you and how do we fi_ it, serves to be moredisabling to the individual than the pathology itself.
by not treating the wholeness of a person, by not acknowledging theirpotency, we are creating another ill on top of whatever natural struggle theymight have. we are effectively grading someone's worth to our community. so weneed to see through the pathology and into the range of human capability. and,most importantly, there's a partnership between those perceived deficiencies andour greatest creative ability. so it's not about devaluing, or negating, thesemore trying times as something we want to avoid or sweep under the rug, butinstead to find those opportunities wrapped in the adversity. so maybe the ideai want to put out there is not so much overcoming adversity as it is openingourselves up to it, embracing it, grappling with it, to use a wrestling term,maybe even dancing with it. and, perhaps, if we see adversity as natural,consistent and useful, we're less burdened by the presence of it.
this year we celebrate the 200th birthday of charles darwin, and it was 150years ago, when writing about evolution, that darwin illustrated, i think, atruth about the human character. to paraphrase: it's not the strongest of thespecies that survives, nor is it the most intelligent that survives; it is theone that is most adaptable to change. conflict is the genesis of creation. fromdarwin's work, amongst others, we can recognize that the human ability tosurvive and flourish is driven by the struggle of the human spirit throughconflict into transformation. so, again, transformation, adaptation, is ourgreatest human skill. and, perhaps, until we're tested, we don't know what we'remade of. maybe that's what adversity gives us: a sense of self, a sense of ourown power. so, we can give ourselves a gift. we can re-imagine adversity assomething more than just tough times. maybe we can see it as change. adversityis just change that we haven't adapted ourselves to yet.
i think the greatest adversity that we've created for ourselves is thisidea of normalcy. now, who's normal? there's no normal. there's common, there'stypical. there's no normal, and would you want to meet that poor, beige personif they e_isted? (laughter) i don't think so. if we can change this paradigmfrom one of achieving normalcy to one of possibility -- or potency, to be even alittle bit more dangerous -- we can release the power of so many more children,and invite them to engage their rare and valuable abilities with thecommunity.
anthropologists tell us that the one thing we as humans have alwaysrequired of our community members is to be of use, to be able to contribute.there's evidence that neanderthals, 60,000 years ago, carried their elderly andthose with serious physical injury, and perhaps it's because the life e_perienceof survival of these people proved of value to the community. they didn't viewthese people as broken and useless; they were seen as rare and valuable.
a few years ago, i was in a food market in the town where i grew up in thatred zone in northeastern pennsylvania, and i was standing over a bushel oftomatoes. it was summertime: i had shorts on. i hear this guy, his voice behindme say, "well, if it isn't aimee mullins." and i turn around, and it's thisolder man. i have no idea who he is.
and i said, "i'm sorry, sir, have we met? i don't remember meetingyou."
he said, "well, you wouldn't remember meeting me. i mean, when we met i wasdelivering you from your mother's womb." (laughter) oh, that guy. and, but ofcourse, actually, it did click.
this man was dr. kean, a man that i had only known about through mymother's stories of that day, because, of course, typical fashion, i arrivedlate for my birthday by two weeks. and so my mother's prenatal physician hadgone on vacation, so the man who delivered me was a complete stranger to myparents. and, because i was born without the fibula bones, and had feet turnedin, and a few toes in this foot and a few toes in that, he had to be the bearer-- this stranger had to be the bearer of bad news.
he said to me, "i had to give this prognosis to your parents that you wouldnever walk, and you would never have the kind of mobility that other kids haveor any kind of life of independence, and you've been making liar out of me eversince." (laughter) (applause)
the e_traordinary thing is that he said he had saved newspaper clippingsthroughout my whole childhood, whether winning a second grade spelling bee,marching with the girl scouts, you know, the halloween parade, winning mycollege scholarship, or any of my sports victories, and he was using it, andintegrating it into teaching resident students, med students from hahnemannmedical school and hershey medical school. and he called this part of the coursethe _ factor, the potential of the human will. no prognosis can account for howpowerful this could be as a determinant in the quality of someone's life. anddr. kean went on to tell me, he said, "in my e_perience, unless repeatedly toldotherwise, and even if given a modicum of support, if left to their own devices,a child will achieve."
see, dr. kean made that shift in thinking. he understood that there's adifference between the medical condition and what someone might do with it. andthere's been a shift in my thinking over time, in that, if you had asked me at15 years old, if i would have traded prosthetics for flesh-and-bone legs, iwouldn't have hesitated for a second. i aspired to that kind of normalcy backthen. but if you ask me today, i'm not so sure. and it's because of thee_periences i've had with them, not in spite of the e_periences i've had withthem. and perhaps this shift in me has happened because i've been e_posed tomore people who have opened doors for me than those who have put lids and castshadows on me.
see, all you really need is one person to show you the epiphany of your ownpower, and you're off. if you can hand somebody the key to their own power --the human spirit is so receptive -- if you can do that and open a door forsomeone at a crucial moment, you are educating them in the best sense. you'reteaching them to open doors for themselves. in fact, the e_act meaning of theword "educate" comes from the root word "educe." it means "to bring forth whatis within, to bring out potential." so again, which potential do we want tobring out?
there was a case study done in 1960s britain, when they were moving fromgrammar schools to comprehensive schools. it's called the streaming trials. wecall it "tracking" here in the states. it's separating students from a, b, c, dand so on. and the "a students" get the tougher curriculum, the best teachers,etc. well, they took, over a three-month period, d-level students, gave thema's, told them they were "a's," told them they were bright, and at the end ofthis three-month period, they were performing at a-level.
and, of course, the heartbreaking, flip side of this study, is that theytook the "a students" and told them they were "d's." and that's what happened atthe end of that three-month period. those who were still around in school,besides the people who had dropped out. a crucial part of this case study wasthat the teachers were duped too. the teachers didn't know a switch had beenmade. they were simply told, "these are the 'a-students,' these are the'd-students.'" and that's how they went about teaching them and treatingthem.
so, i think that the only true disability is a crushed spirit, a spiritthat's been crushed doesn't have hope, it doesn't see beauty, it no longer hasour natural, childlike curiosity and our innate ability to imagine. if instead,we can bolster a human spirit to keep hope, to see beauty in themselves andothers, to be curious and imaginative, then we are truly using our power well.when a spirit has those qualities, we are able to create new realities and newways of being.
i'd like to leave you with a poem by a fourteenth-century persian poetnamed hafiz that my friend, jacques dembois told me about, and the poem iscalled "the god who only knows four words": "every child has known god, not thegod of names, not the god of don'ts, but the god who only knows four words andkeeps repeating them, saying, 'come dance with me. come, dance with me. come,dance with me.'"
thank you. (applause)
ted的演讲稿篇3
一直以来，我都是同学、家长眼中“别人家的孩子”，但大家有所不知的是，我一直在与一个“病魔”作斗争，它就是拖延症。
请不要惊讶，这个“病”已经伴随我很长时间了，可谓是根深蒂固。它有时轻，有时重，间歇发作。妈妈常常半开玩笑地说：“你这是病，得治!”
就拿上学期来说，美术老师要求我在6月30日前创作一幅《绿色承诺》手抄报。我心想，这还不容易，分分钟搞定!于是，这件事就被一拖再拖，结果直到交稿截止前一天，我才开始没日没夜、加班加点地赶“工程”。就这样，原来有一两个月的充裕时间，被我拖到了最后一天。这场较量，拖延症“完胜”。
再拿一次写作文来说吧。原来我给自己定下了两个小时完成的目标，这时，拖延症跳出来了：“反正有两个小时嘛，不妨先看会书，找找灵感?”我欣然应允了它的请求，开始肆无忌惮地看起杂书来。不知不觉，一个小时过去了，我开始有些着急，把书扔到一旁，心想：作文该如何开头呢?冥思苦想之际，我又瞥见了书架上的杂志……
就这样，我的时间被这个大恶魔一点点蚕食了，原本绰绰有余的作文时间打水漂了。这一次，我又惜败了。
当然，更多时间，我会提前作好计划安排并严格执行，这时，拖延症的嚣张气焰也随之烟消云散。在这样的较量中，我当然能够战胜“病魔”。
俗话说“病来如山倒，病去如抽丝”，改掉一个坏习惯，绝非一朝一夕之功。在这场旷日持久的较量中，我相信，我一定会把它彻底消灭掉，等着我的捷报吧!
ted的演讲稿篇4
i was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to thep.o. bo_ at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has neverbelieved in email, in facebook, in te_ting or cell phones in general. and sowhile other kids were bbm-ing their parents, i was literally waiting by themailbo_ to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was alittle frustrating when grandma was in the hospital, but i was just looking forsome sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.
and so when i moved to new york city after college and got completelysucker-punched in the face by depression, i did the only thing i could think ofat the time. i wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written mefor strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens ofthem. i left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the u.n.,everywhere. i blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary,and i posed a kind of crazy promise to the internet: that if you asked me for ahand-written letter, i would write you one, no questions asked. overnight, myinbo_ morphed into this harbor of heartbreak -- a single mother in sacramento, agirl being bullied in rural kansas, all asking me, a 22-year-old girl who barelyeven knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them areason to wait by the mailbo_.
well, today i fuel a global organization that is fueled by those trips tothe mailbo_, fueled by the ways in which we can harness social media like neverbefore to write and mail strangers letters when they need them most, but most ofall, fueled by crates of mail like this one, my trusty mail crate, filled withthe scriptings of ordinary people, strangers writing letters to other strangersnot because they're ever going to meet and laugh over a cup of coffee, butbecause they have found one another by way of letter-writing.
but, you know, the thing that always gets me about these letters is thatmost of them have been written by people that have never known themselves lovedon a piece of paper. they could not tell you about the ink of their own loveletters. they're the ones from my generation, the ones of us that have grown upinto a world where everything is paperless, and where some of our bestconversations have happened upon a screen. we have learned to diary our painonto facebook, and we speak swiftly in 140 characters or less.
but what if it's not about efficiency this time? i was on the subwayyesterday with this mail crate, which is a conversation starter, let me tellyou. if you ever need one, just carry one of these. (laughter) and a man juststared at me, and he was like, "well, why don't you use the internet?" and ithought, "well, sir, i am not a strategist, nor am i specialist. i am merely astoryteller." and so i could tell you about a woman whose husband has just comehome from afghanistan, and she is having a hard time unearthing this thingcalled conversation, and so she tucks love letters throughout the house as a wayto say, "come back to me. find me when you can." or a girl who decides that sheis going to leave love letters around her campus in dubuque, iowa, only to findher efforts ripple-effected the ne_t day when she walks out onto the quad andfinds love letters hanging from the trees, tucked in the bushes and the benches.or the man who decides that he is going to take his life, uses facebook as a wayto say goodbye to friends and family. well, tonight he sleeps safely with astack of letters just like this one tucked beneath his pillow, scripted bystrangers who were there for him when.
these are the kinds of stories that convinced me that letter-writing willnever again need to flip back her hair and talk about efficiency, because she isan art form now, all the parts of her, the signing, the scripting, the mailing,the doodles in the margins. the mere fact that somebody would even just sitdown, pull out a piece of paper and think about someone the whole way through,with an intention that is so much harder to unearth when the browser is up andthe iphone is pinging and we've got si_ conversations rolling in at once, thatis an art form that does not fall down to the goliath of "get faster," no matterhow many social networks we might join. we still clutch close these letters toour chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages intopalettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we haveneeded to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far toolong. thank you. (applause) (applause)
ted的演讲稿篇5
每一个人都有属于自己的生活，每一个人的生活都是不一样的。他们的生活也许是幸福的，也许是痛苦的，但是他们都是快乐的!我们都应该珍惜属于我们的最幸福的时光。
小学六年的日子里，我总是以一种高高在上的态度生活着。在学习方面，抱着侥幸的心理，认为学习无关紧要，学不学都没有什么大不了的，可在每一次考试时，却幻想可以顺利的通过，然而，幻想终究是抵不过空洞的无知。所以，我害怕考试，更害怕面对考卷上那可怜的分数，那鲜艳的色彩，会触痛我空洞浅薄的心。一转眼的时间，六年的时光悄然而逝，在毕业的那一瞬间，我骤然发现在这六年的时间里我在学习方面的积累几乎是一片空白，什么也没有学到，却白白的浪费了六年的时间。一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴!现在的我才有了深深的感悟!
进入初中后，我遇到过许多的困难。每次在遇到困难时，我总是想懦弱的放弃，这时妈妈总是一次次不厌其烦的开导我，让我战胜困难，不要被困难打倒。之后我的心里就会形成一个信念：在哪里摔倒就要在哪里爬起来!在初中的三年里我也有许多交好的同学，一旦我有什么困难向他们求助，他们总是积极的帮我解决。现在回想起来还很是怀念在四班的日子，很想让时间就停留六月十号那一天!让我们永远的在一起。
现在的我是高中生了，虽然这个机会是用钱买来的，但是在以后的高中生活中我一定会通过自己努力让这个钱花的不冤枉。因为这是爸妈辛辛苦苦在外赚来的血汗钱，以前的我不明白其中的艰辛，直到后来，看到爸妈日渐苍老的容颜和越来越多的白发，才明白爸爸妈妈每日风雨无阻、勤勤恳恳地为这个家的付出，而很多时候因为我的顽皮与不懂事，爸妈伤透了脑筋。妈妈从我小时候就教导我，要我认真学习，而那时候的我总是把妈妈的话当做耳边风不听，甚至在中考时，我都不去考试。那时妈妈就对我说：中考和高考是你人生中的两个重要转折点，你必须自己勇敢的去面对，不管有多么的艰辛!否则以后当别人问你中考和高考怎么样时，你说你不知道吗。多一个文凭多一点知识就多一条路!直到这时，我才明白学习的重要性和爸妈对我的深深的爱。
ted的演讲稿篇6
hold fast to your dreams
i have a dream today.
i have a dream that one day every vally shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
wow, what a dream it has been for martin luther king. but the changing world seems telling me that people gradually get their dreams lost somehow in the process of growing up, and sometimes i personally find myself saying goodbye unconsciously to those distant childhood dreams.
however, we meed dreams. they nourish our spirit; they represent possibility even when we are dragged down by reality. they keep us going. most successful people are dreamers as well as ordinary people who are not afraid to think big and dare to be great. when we were little kids, we all dreamed of doing something big and splashy, something significant. now what we need to do is to maintain them, refresh them and turn them into reality. however, the toughest part is that we often have no ideas how to translate these dreams into actions. well, just start with concrete objectives and stick to it. donsquo;t let the nameless fear confuse the eye and confound our strong belief of future. through our talents, through our wits, through our endurance and through our creativity, we will make it.
hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is a barren field frozen with snow. so my dear friends, think of your old and maybe dead dreams. whatever it is, pick it up and make it alive from today.
ted的演讲稿篇7
life is a mirror. if we smile to her, she would also return the happinessto us. but if we cry, she would be disappointed. therefore, we should bepositive toward life, so as to get happiness.
actually, happiness is everywhere if we keep a good attitude. as we keep agood mood, our world will be a sunny land, which is resounded with soft music.however, if we are pessimists, we'll find our world is full of darkness.
while on the other side, happiness is not a destination but a journey.because there's no paradise at all, but we can make a paradise if we'rehard-working and intelligent. so we should work like we don't need money, smilelike we've never been hurt, and perform ourselves like no one can see us.
生活就是一面镜子。如果我们对她微笑，她也会回报我们幸福。但如果我们哭泣，她会很失望。因此，我们应该积极的态度对待生活，从而得到幸福。
其实，如果我们保持良好的心态幸福无处不在。如果我们保持一个好心情，我们的世界将是一个充满阳光的地方，充满了柔和的音乐。然而，如果我们是悲观主义者，我们会发现我们的世界充满了黑暗。
而另一方面，幸福不是目的地，而是一段旅程。因为根本就没有天堂，但如果我们勤劳有智慧，我们可以自己弄一个天堂。所以我们应该就像我们不需要钱一样工作，就像从未受伤过一样微笑，就像没有人能看到我们一样表演。
ted的演讲稿篇8
尊敬的老师，亲爱的同学们：
大家好!
世间万物，最重不过母爱。人说：儿不嫌母丑，即便你承受不起，捉摸不透，也不该肆意亵渎。
那是爸爸要外出打工，由于放心不下我们娘俩，就把我们一起带了去，在那儿，妈妈就用一辆破旧的自行车接我放学，起初，看见别的同学都有自己崭新的车子，我竟抱怨了起来，现在想起来，不禁羞红了脸，真是惭愧不已。
后来，我的班主任看出了我的心思，把我找到办公室，语重心长的说：“我看你在学校也是个乖巧，乐于助人的好孩子，可你也应该明白：你的妈妈为你付出了多少心血，她每天要忙里忙外的，还要接你放学，她已经够累的，你多少也应该体谅她一下呀!”虽然我最喜欢的班主任都这么说了，可我还是有些赌气。……
那是一个秋天，秋雨连绵的秋天，让人不禁感觉阵阵凉意袭来。一天早上，由于自行车坏了，我只好一个人走着去上学了。这天气真是时好时坏，刚出门时，虽说没有太阳，但还是晴朗的。可出人意料的是，天公不作美，在半路上，一场倾盆大雨直泻而下，顿时，我被淋成了“落汤鸡”，到了学校，我冷得直打哆嗦。
不一会儿，班主任亲切的说：“你的妈妈正在校园门口等你呢!”还没等班主任把话说完，我立马便跑到大门口。这时，只见妈妈举着一把雨伞，但全身几乎湿透，唯独妈妈的怀里还紧紧抱着一个黑色塑料袋。妈妈和蔼可亲的说：“孩子，快穿上吧!不然会着凉的!”
“妈妈你真好!”我热泪盈眶，情不自禁的扑进了妈妈的怀里，瞬间，我感受到温暖与幸福。“时候不早了，你快回去上课吧!”妈妈把袋子塞给我，转身走了。
望着妈妈远去的背影，心里涌起一阵酸涩，妈妈的背影如此的高大。母爱，是天使般的呵护，温暖我们的心田;母爱是晶莹透亮的露珠，滋润我们的身心。母爱是最伟大。
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