演講,，首先要了解聽眾,，注意聽眾的組成，了解他們的性格、年齡,、受教育程度、出生地,，分析他們的觀點,、態(tài)度、希望和要求,。掌握這些以后,，就可以決定采取什么方式來吸引聽眾，說服聽眾,，取得好的效果,。那么我們寫演講稿要注意的內容有什么呢？以下我給大家整理了一些優(yōu)質的演講稿模板范文,，希望對大家能夠有所幫助,。

舞蹈隊演講稿篇一

你曾否看過孩子們騎旋轉木馬

or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

或聽過雨水拍打地面的聲音呢?

ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight

你曾否追逐過飄忽不定的蝴蝶

or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

或看著夕陽消失于地平線呢?

you better slow down,

放慢你的舞步

don't dance so fast.

不要匆匆忙忙

time is short,

人生苦短

the music won't last.

音樂不會永遠奏下去

do you run through each day on the fly

你是否每天忙個不停

when you ask "how are you?", do you hear the reply?

當問候別人時，你真的在意他們的回答嗎?

when the day is done, do you lie in your bed

每晚就寢時

with the next hundred chores running through your head?

你是否仍在腦海中念叨著無數的雜事呢?

you'd better slow down

放慢你的舞步

don't dance so fast

不要匆匆忙忙

time is short

人生苦短

the music won't last

音樂不會永遠奏下去,。

ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow.

你是否告訴過孩子們,，我們可以把事情放到明天

and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

而由于你的倉促，卻沒注意到他的憂傷?

ever lost touch, and let a good friendship die’cause you never had time tocall and say “ hi ” ?

珍貴的朋友也由于你太忙碌,， 無暇問候彼此而失去了聯系,，

you’d better slow down.

放慢你的舞步

don’t dance so fast

不要大匆忙

time is short

人生苦短

the music won’t last...

音樂不會永遠演奏下去,。

when you run so fast to get somewhere,

當你匆忙趕到目的地時，

you miss half the fun of getting there.

也就錯過了旅途中一半的樂趣,。

when you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift ...thrown away...

當你終日憂心忡忡并馬不停蹄時,，就像一份禮物還沒被拆開… 就已丟棄…

life is not a race.

人生不是一場競賽。

do take it slower

放慢你的腳步,，

hear the music before the song is over.

在音樂還沒結束以前,，傾聽沿途的音符。

舞蹈隊演講稿篇二

i believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart,the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind. so i dance daily.

the seldom-used dining room of my house is now an often-used ballroom — anopen space with a hardwood floor, stereo, and a disco ball. the cd-changer hassix discs at the ready: waltz, swing, country, rock-and-roll, salsa, andtango.

each morning when i walk through the house on the way to make coffee, iturn on the music, hit the "shuffle" button, and it's dance time! i dance aloneto whatever is playing. it's a form of existential aerobics, a movingmeditation.

tango is a recent enthusiasm. it's a complex and difficult dance, so i'm upto three lessons a week, three nights out dancing, and i'm off to buenos airesfor three months of immersion in tango culture.

the first time i went tango dancing i was too intimidated to get out on thefloor. i remembered another time i had stayed on the sidelines, when the dancingbegan after a village wedding on the greek island of crete. the fancy footworkconfused me. "don't make a fool of yourself," i thought. "just watch."

reading my mind, an older woman dropped out of the dance, sat down besideme, and said, "if you join the dancing, you will feel foolish. if you do not,you will also feel foolish. so, why not dance?"

and, she said she had a secret for me. she whispered, "if you do not dance,we will know you are a fool. but if you dance, we will think well of you fortrying."

recalling her wise words, i took up the challenge of tango.

a friend asked me if my tango-mania wasn't a little ambitious. "tango? atyour age? you must be out of your mind!"

on the contrary: it's a deeply pondered decision. my passion for tangodisguises a fearfulness. i fear the shrinking of life that goes with aging. ifear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances. i fear thedying that goes on inside you when you leave the game of life to wait in thefinal checkout line.

i seek the sharp, scary pleasure that comes from beginning something new —that calls on all my resources and challenges my mind, my body, and my spirit,all at once.

my goal now is to dance all the dances as long as i can, and then to sitdown contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on becausethere wasn't another dance left in me.

so, when people say, "tango? at your age? have lost your mind?" i answer,"no, and i don't intend to."

robert fulghum has written seven bestsellers including "all i really needto know i learned in kindergarten." a native of waco, texas, he was a unitarianminister for 22 years and taught painting and philosophy. fulghum lives inseattle and crete.

independently produced for npr by jay allison and dan gediman with johngregory and viki merrick. photo by miro svolik.

我相信,，隨著心跳,、脈搏以及心中的音樂去跳舞是我的天性。所以我每天都跳,。

我屋子里那個很少使用的餐廳,，現在經常被用來作“舞廳”——一個鋪著硬木地板、配有立體音響裝置的迪廳,。我的換片箱里備好了6張碟片：華爾茲,、搖擺、鄉(xiāng)村,、搖滾,、薩爾薩和探戈。

每天早上,，在去煮咖啡的路上,，我都把音樂打開，并摁下“隨機”鍵,。跳舞的時間到了!不管放的是什么曲子,，我都會隨著曲子獨自起舞。這是一種關乎存在的增氧運動,，一種動起來的沉思,。

探戈最近很火爆。這是一種很復雜的比較難跳的舞,，所以我一周要上三次課,，花三個晚上出去跳舞，我還打算去布宜諾斯艾利斯待三個月,，接受探戈文化的浸禮,。

第一次去上探戈舞蹈課的時候，我非常害怕,，都不敢到地板上去,。我還記得，有一次,，在希臘克里特島上,，一場鄉(xiāng)村婚禮之后,，舞會開始了，而我卻一直待在旁邊不敢跳,。那高超的步法讓我眼花繚亂,。“別做傻事了,，”我想，“就看看吧,?！?/p>

一位年齡比我還大的女士看出了我的想法，她從舞場中退出來,，坐在我旁邊說,，“如果加入這場舞會，你會覺得很傻,。如果你不加入,，你一樣會覺得很傻。既然這樣,，干嗎不跳?”

然后,，她說她要告訴我一個秘密。她低聲說道：“如果你不跳,，我們就會知道你是個傻瓜,。可是如果你跳了,，我們就會因為你的嘗試而覺得你很棒,。”

聽了這席話,，我接受了探戈的挑戰(zhàn),。

一個朋友問我，我對探戈的嗜好是不是有點兒太狂野了,?！疤礁?你這個年齡?你一定是精神不正常了!”

恰恰相反：這是我深思熟慮之后的決定。我對探戈的熱情掩蓋了一種害怕,。我害怕生命隨著年齡的增長而縮短,。我害怕因為不再學習、不再冒險而產生的無聊,。我害怕在退出生命之局而等著末日審判的過程中,，你體內發(fā)生的死亡。

我追尋那種隨著新事物而產生的,，尖銳而略帶驚嚇的喜悅——這就要求我全身心投入,，對我的心智,、身體和勇氣同時進行挑戰(zhàn)。

我現在的目標就是：跳完所有我能跳的舞蹈,，然后,，在某個甜蜜的夜晚，跳完最后一支優(yōu)雅的探戈后,，滿意地坐下來,，離開世界——因為我體內沒有一支沒有跳過的舞了。

所以,，當人們說,，“探戈?你這個年齡?精神不正常吧?”我便回答：“沒有啊，我可不想不正常,?！?/p>

舞蹈隊演講稿篇三

different people have different attitudes towards example, someof the rich are very mean with their money, while some of them are quitegenerous. some people lack of money but they are not absorbed in pursuit ofwealth while some people regard money as everything. as far as i am concerned,money is necessary for all of us, but it is not all for us.

for one thing, money is necessary for all of us. in modern society, moneyis one of tools for measure the value and can be used to exchange materials. allmaterials we need for our basic existence is all about money. without money, ourexistence will be threatened and we can not find our way to live. therefore, allof us need to earn money to afford us and our family basic needs, such as food,clothes and house.

for another, money is not all for us. though money can be used to exchangeour basic needs, it is not almighty. for example, we cannot use money to buy areal love or ability with money. hence, just as the saying goes, “money is goodservant but a bad master”. we cannot be controlled by money so that we will notbe a pathetic slave of money.

in short, we need money but we should not regard money as our only hold this attitude can we use our money properly.

different people have different attitudes towards example, someof the rich are very mean with their money, while some of them are quitegenerous. some people lack of money but they are not absorbed in pursuit ofwealth while some people regard money as everything. as far as i am concerned,money is necessary for all of us, but it is not all for us.

for one thing, money is necessary for all of us. in modern society, moneyis one of tools for measure the value and can be used to exchange materials. allmaterials we need for our basic existence is all about money. without money, ourexistence will be threatened and we can not find our way to live. therefore, allof us need to earn money to afford us and our family basic needs, such as food,clothes and house.

for another, money is not all for us. though money can be used to exchangeour basic needs, it is not almighty. for example, we cannot use money to buy areal love or ability with money. hence, just as the saying goes, “money is goodservant but a bad master”. we cannot be controlled by money so that we will notbe a pathetic slave of money.

in short, we need money but we should not regard money as our only hold this attitude can we use our money properly.

舞蹈隊演講稿篇四

a brother like that a brother like that a friend of mine named paul received an automobile from his brother as a christmas present. on christmas eve when paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "is this your car, mister?"

he said. paul nodded. "my brother gave it to me for christmas."

the boy was astounded. "you mean your brother gave it to you and it didn’t cost you nothing? boy, i wish . . ."

he hesitated. of course paul knew what he was going to wish for. he was going to wish he had a brother like that. but what the lad said jarred paul all the way down to his heels. "i wish,"

the boy went on, "that i could be a brother like that."

paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "would you like to take a ride in my car?"

"oh yes, id love that."

after a short ride, the boy turned with his eyes aglow, said, "mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?"

paul smiled a little. he thought he knew what the lad wanted. he wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. but paul was wrong again. "will you stop where those two steps are?"

the boy asked. he ran up the steps. then in a little while paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. he was carrying his little crippled brother. he sathim down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "there she is, buddy, just like i told you upstairs. his brother gave it to him for christmas and it didn’t cost him a cent. and some day im gonna give you one just like it . . . then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the christmas windows that ive been trying to tell you about."

paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. the shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. that christmas eve, paul learned what jesus meant when he said: "it is more blessed to give . . . "

中文譯文;

哥哥的心愿 圣誕節(jié)時，保羅的哥哥送他一輛新車,。圣誕節(jié)當天,，保羅離開辦公室時，一個男孩繞著那輛閃 閃發(fā)亮的新車,，十分贊嘆地問：

"先生,，這是你的車?"

保羅點點頭："這是我哥哥送給我的圣誕節(jié)禮物。"男孩滿臉驚訝,，支支吾吾地說："你是說這 是你哥送的禮物,，沒花你一分錢?天哪，我真希望也能……"

保羅當然知道男孩他真想希望什么,。他希望能有一個象那樣的哥哥,。但是小男孩接下來說的話 卻完全出乎了保羅的意料。

"我希望自己能成為送車給弟弟的哥哥,。"男孩繼續(xù)說,。

保羅驚愕地看著那男孩，沖口而出地說："你要不要坐我的車去兜風?"

"哦,，當然好了,，我太想坐了!"

車開了一小段路后，那孩子轉過頭來,，眼睛閃閃發(fā)亮,，對我說："先生，你能不能把車子開到 我家門前?"

保羅微笑,，他知道孩子想干什么,。那男孩必定是要向鄰居炫耀，讓大家知道他坐了一部大轎車 回家。但是這次保羅又猜錯了,。"你能不能把車子停在那兩個臺階前?"男孩要求道,。

男孩跑上了階梯，過了一會兒保羅聽到他回來了,，但動作似乎有些緩慢,。原來把他跛腳的弟弟 帶出來了，將他安置在第一個臺階上,，緊緊地抱著他,，指著那輛新車。

只聽那男孩告訴弟弟："你看,，這就是我剛才在樓上對你說的那輛新車,。這是保羅他哥哥送給 他的哦!將來我也會送給你一輛像這樣的車，到那時候你就能自己去看那些在圣誕節(jié)時,，掛窗 口上的漂亮飾品了,，就象我告訴過你的那樣,。"

保羅走下車子,，把跛腳男孩抱到車子的前座。興奮得滿眼放光的哥哥也爬上車子,，坐在弟弟的 身旁,。就這樣他們三人開始一次令人難忘的假日兜風。

那個圣誕夜,，保羅才真正體會主耶穌所說的"施比受更有福"的道理,。

舞蹈隊演講稿篇五

ladies and gentlemen , good afternoon! i’m very glad to stand here and give you a short speech. today my topic is “youth”. i hope you will like it , and found the importance in your youth so that more cherish it.

first i want to ask you some questions:

1、do you know what is youth?

2,、how do you master your youth?

youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind ; it is not rosy cheeks , red lips and supple knees, it is a matter of the emotions : it is the freshness ; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life .

youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite , for adventure over the love of ease. this often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20 . nobody grows old merely by a number of years . we grow old by deserting our ideals.

years wrinkle the skin , but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul . worry , fear , self –distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust .

whether 60 of 16 , there is in every human being ‘s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living . in the center of your heart and my heart there’s a wireless station : so long as it receives messages of beauty , hope ,cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long as you are young .

舞蹈隊演講稿篇六

safety is very important. we often hear people say “safety first”. as a middle school student, we should learn to protect ourselves from every possible danger. here are some things i do. i hope you can follow your way to school and home. you should obey the traffic rules. you should walk on the right side of the road. don't ride your bike too school, you can't fight with each other. don't play with fire. don't bring knife to school. don't go out of school without your teacher's public places or campus, enough water plugs,extinguishing agents and emergency outlets should be set and prepared for unforeseen all,a series of precautions must be taken to guarantee the students' safety. let's make the campus safe through our long-term unremitting efforts. 安全是非常重要的,。

我們經常聽到人們說“安全第一”。 作為一個中學生,，我們應該學會保護自己免受一切可能的危險,。

這里有一些我做的事情。 我希望你能跟隨他們,。

在你去學校和家的路上,。 你應該遵守交通規(guī)則。

你應該走在路的右邊,。 不要騎自行車太快。

在學校期間，你不能與對方斗爭,。 不要玩火,。

不要把刀帶到學校。 未經你的老師許可,，不要出校,。

在公共場所或校園,，應為不可預見的情況設置和準備足夠的水塞，滅火劑和緊急出口,。最重要的是,，必須采取一系列預防措施，以保證學生的安全,。

讓我們通過長期不懈的努力使校園安全,。

舞蹈隊演講稿篇七

in the summer recess between freshman and sophomore years in college, i wasinvited to be an instructor at a high school leadership camp hosted by a collegein michigan. i was already highly involved in most campus activities, and ijumped at the opportunity.

about an hour into the first day of camp, amid the frenzy of icebreakersand forced interactions, i first noticed the boy under the tree. he was smalland skinny, and his obvious discomfort and shyness made him appear frail andfragile. only 50 feet away, 200 eager campers were bumping bodies, playing,joking and meeting each other, but the boy under the tree seemed to want to beanywhere other than where he was. the desperate loneliness he radiated almoststopped me from approaching him, but i remembered the instructions from thesenior staff to stay alert for campers who might feel left out.

as i walked toward him i said, “hi, my name is kevin and i’m one of thecounselors. it’s nice to meet you. how are you?”

in a shaky, sheepish voice he reluctantly answered, “okay, i guess.”

i calmly asked him if he wanted to join the activities and meet some newpeople. he quietly replied, “no, this is not really my thing.”

i could sense that he was in a new world, that this whole experience wasforeign to him. but i somehow knew it wouldn’t be right to push him, either. hedidn’t need a pep talk, he needed a friend. after several silent moments, myfirst interaction with the boy under the tree was over.

at lunch the next day, i found myself leading camp songs at the top of mylungs for 200 of my new friends. the campers were eagerly participated. my gazewandered over the mass of noise and movement and was caught by the image of theboy from under the tree, sitting alone, staring out the window. i nearly forgotthe words to the song i was supposed to be leading. at my first opportunity, itried again, with the same questions as before: “how are you doing? are youokay?”

to which he again replied, “yeah, i’m all right. i just don’t really getinto this stuff. ”

as i left the cafeteria, i too realized this was going to take more timeand effort than i had thought — if it was even possible to get through to him atall.

that evening at our nightly staff meeting, i made my concerns about himknown. i explained to my fellow staff members my impression of him and askedthem to pay special attention and spend time with him when they could.

the days i spend at camp each year fly by faster than any others i haveknown. thus, before i knew it, mid-week had dissolved into the final night ofcamp and i was chaperoning the “l(fā)ast dance”. the students were doing all theycould to savor every last moment with their new “best friends” — friends theywould probably never see again.

as i watched the campers share their parting moments, i suddenly saw whatwould be one of the most vivid memories of my life. the boy from under the tree,who stared blankly out the kitchen window, was now a shirtless dancing owned the dance floor as he and two girls proceeded to cut up a rug. iwatched as he shared meaningful, intimate time with people at whom he couldn’teven look just days earlier. i couldn’t believe it was him. in october of mysophomore year, a late-night phone call pulled me away from my chemistry book. asoft-spoken, unfamiliar voice asked politely, “is kevin there?”

“you’re talking to him. who’s this?”

“this is tom johnson’s mom. do you remember tommy from leadership camp?”

the boy under the tree. how could i not remember? “yes, i do”, i said.“he’s a very nice young man. how is he?”

an abnormally long pause followed, then mrs. johnson said, “my tommy waswalking home from school this week when he was hit by a car and killed.”shocked, i offered my condolences.

“i just wanted to call you”, she said, “because tommy mentioned you so manytimes. i wanted you to know that he went back to school this fall withconfidence. he made new friends. his grades went up. and he even went out on afew dates. i just wanted to thank you for making a difference for tom. the lastfew months were the best few months of his life.”

in that instant, i realized how easy it is to give a bit of yourself everyday. you may never know how much each gesture may mean to someone else. i tellthis story as often as i can, and when i do, i urge others to look out for theirown “boy under the tree.”

在大一到大二之間的那個暑假，密歇根的一所大學主辦一次中學學生干部夏令營,，邀我擔任輔導員,。對于校園的多數活動，我都持贊同態(tài)度并積極參與,，那次我同樣欣然接受了,。

頭一天活動進行大約一個鐘頭，我注意到,，開始活躍的營員們興致濃厚,，不太自然地互動起來，而樹下卻有一個孤零零的男孩,。他身材矮小,，瘦弱不堪，那明顯的不安和羞怯使他顯得不堪一擊,。在只有五十英尺遠的地方,，二百名充滿激情的營員正在玩耍、開玩笑并互作介紹,，而樹下的男孩似乎除了想呆在原地,，不想去任何地方。他流露出的極度孤獨令我?guī)缀蹼y以靠近,，但我沒忘記資深輔導員們的提示：對可能感覺受到冷落的營員要保持警惕,。

我走向那個男孩，對他說：“嗨!我叫凱文,，是你們的輔導員,。很高興認識你，你好嗎?”

帶著顫抖的怯生生的聲音,，他勉強答道：“我想——還好吧,。”

我平靜地問他想不想投入到那些活動從而結識一些人,，他輕聲回答：“不,，那不關我的事。”

我能感覺到他在面對一個新的環(huán)境,，這種體驗對他來說是全然陌生的,。也不知為什么,我覺得強迫他加入也不妥當。他不需要鼓勵性的講,，他需要的是朋友,。幾次沉默之后，我和樹下男孩的接觸就此結束,。

第二天吃午飯的時候,，我扯開嗓門，領著二百名剛認識的新朋友唱起了營歌,。營員們都熱情參與,，我的目光游移于這群人，忽然那個“樹下男孩”的樣子吸引了我的注意：他孤零零地坐著,，眼瞅著窗外,。我?guī)缀跬浟祟I唱的歌詞。只要一有機會,，我就會照舊用那些話問他：“你怎么樣?你好嗎?”

他的回答依然是：“嗯,，我很好。我真地不想參與那種事兒,?！?/p>

我離開自助餐廳的時候充分認識到,，扭轉這種狀況所需的時間和所做的努力要比我想像的要多——即便是在能讓他徹底“迷途知返”的情況下,。

在當晚的全體工作人員會議上，我告訴了他們我對他的擔憂,。我向同事們說明他給我留下的印象,，請求他們對他給以特別的關注，并盡可能花時間和他在一起,。

每年我在營地度過的日子總是一晃而過,，感覺比其它時間過得快。這次同樣如此,。我還沒明白過來,，星期三已成過去，露營的最后一晚來到了,。我伴隨營員們跳起“最后的舞蹈”,。學生們都在竭力品味跟新“摯友”在一起的最后每一刻——他們或許以后再也見不到面了。

營員們共度這難忘的分別時刻,，這時我突然目睹了我一生都記憶最清晰的一幕：那個曾透過廚房窗戶茫然盯著外面的樹下男孩,，此時卻成了不穿襯衫的跳舞奇才。他和兩個女孩跳著搖擺舞，在舞池里到處舞動,。我注視著他跟大家共享這親密無間又意義深長的時刻,，而僅僅幾天前他卻對他們連瞧也不瞧一眼。判若兩人,，讓我無法相信,。

我大二那年的十月，深夜的一個電話讓我放下化學課本,，一個柔和卻生疏的聲音彬彬有禮地問道：

“凱文在嗎?”

“我就是,，您是哪位?”

“我是湯姆?約翰遜的母親，您還記得那個參加夏令營的湯米嗎?”

樹下的那個男孩,，我怎么會不記得呢?

“我記得,。”我說,，“他是個很不錯的小伙子,，他現在情況怎么樣?”

長長的反常沉默過后，約翰遜夫人又說道：“湯米這個星期從學?；丶业臅r候,，一輛汽車撞了他使他辭別人世?！蔽腋械秸痼@,，向她表示我的哀悼。

“我給您打電話,，”她說,，“只因為湯米好多次說起過您。我想讓您知道,，他今年秋季返校時有了自信心,，交了新朋友，學習成績提高了,，甚至還出去約會過幾次,。我只想表達我的感激之情，因為是您改變了他,。最后的這幾個月是他度過的生命中最美好的時光,。”

在那一刻,，我意識到,，你每天奉獻出一點點還是容易得很，你可能永遠都不知道你的舉動對他人的影響有多大,。我常常講起這個故事,，每當講起的時候,，我總是力勸別人也注意一下他們自己的“樹下男孩”。