Hello! ladies and gentlemen, it is so nice to meet you!
I am glad that you can spend this precious time having this class in this afternoon.
Now please allow me to introduce myself to you .My name is Wangjia and I majored in traffic engineering .Baoji is my hometown it is very beautiful. and the people are very friendly.
As we all known thinking is easy acting is difficult and to put ones thoughts into actions is the most difficult thing in the world.
So if we want to learn English well ,we must practice reading English everyday ,actually practicing repeatedly is the best way to succeed.When you speak ,dont care how poorly or how well you speak just care about catching the chance to speak ,enjoy losing face or just forget your face because the more you speak the better your English will become,never afraid of making mistakes because the more mistakes you make the more progress you will make.As a man living in the world ,we must try our best to make each day our masterpiece and dont let our parents down ,dont ever let our country down ,most importantly dont let ourselves down.
Yesterday is a memory tomorrow is a dream so live for today just do it right now.I believe if you can dream it you can make it ,if you do you will win if you dont you wont.Believe in yourself trust yourself try your best. dont give up ,never give in, never lose hope , never say impossible .The success is coming !
Thank you !
Saying goodbye to childhood,we step into another important time in the pace of young,facing new situations,dealing with different problems……
Everyone has his own understanding of young,it is a period of time of beauty and wonders,only after you have experienced the sour ,sweet ,bitter and salty can you really become a person of significance.
The time of young is limited,it may pass by without your attention,and when you discover what has happened ,it is always too late.grasping the young well means a better time is waiting for you in the near future,or the situation may be opposite .
Having a view on these great men in the history of human being,they all made full use of their youth time ,to do things that are useful to society,to the whole mankind,and as a consequence ,they are remembered by later generations,admired by everyone.so do something in the time of young,although you may not get achievements as these great man did ,though not for the whole word,just for yourself,for those around!
The young is just like blooming flowers,they are so beautiful when blooming,they make people feel happy,but with time passing by,after they withers ,most people think they are ugly.
And so it is the same with young,we are enthusiastic when we are young,then we may lose our passion when getting older and older.
So we must treasure it ,don't let the limited time pass by ,leaving nothing of significance.
everybody is good!
the bird because chose the blue sky, fly to indulge in; flowing streams because choose the sea, to indulge in; the pine because chose dangerous completed, just shows the tenacity of life; flowers because chose bursting, just show the beauty of life. and i chose to fly because it is over, just have ever dream of.
journey in the past, whether you have that laughter, owns a sunshine, it has become the eternal memory, coupled with a lock will it closed up! in front of us, new teachers, new classmates, new journey, new dreams, new life is being speared out, in the face of all this, what should we do. because of the cruelty of reality, we will incarnate as a knight, erase the chest trauma, wipe away the past glory, take our once, ready to go, the aim of the new semester is the beginning of our new journey!
dream is our map to success, only to pay action, a solid pace, we can let us to reach the other shore of success. determine our goal, will be for the sake of his hard work. when aim high! we have to make long don't always aspire to.
life is a pursuit of the ideal, the ideal is the light of life, lost the role of the light, will lose the courage of life. therefore, only adhere to the lofty ideals in life, not in the ocean of life lost. tolstoy to the ideal of life is divided into a lifetime of ideal, a phase of the ideal, the ideal of one year, one month's ideal, even one day, one hour, one minute of ideal.
the classmates, let us build our faith, flying dream, you will be able to be reached with it a beautiful place. set up the belief, flying dream, you will have a more brilliant tomorrow. let the dream fly, let faith flowering.
Between the darkness of earth and heaven she was burning fiercely upon a disc of purple sea shot by the blood-red play of gleams; upon a disc of water glittering and sinister.
A high, clear flame, an immense and lonely flame, ascended from the ocean, and from its summit the black smoke poured continuously at the sky. She burned furiously, mournful and imposing like a funeral pile kindled in the night, surround-ed by the sea, watched over by the stars.
A magnificent death had come like a grace, like a gift, like a reward to that old ship at the end of her laborious days. The surrender of her weary ghost to the keeping of stars and sea was stirring like the sight of a glorious triumph.
The masts fell just before daybreak, and for a moment there was a burst and turmoil of sparks that seemed to fill with flying fire the night patient and watchful, the vast night lying silent upon the sea.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; 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 may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust. Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, 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 is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young. When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.