英語課前3分鐘的演講稿大全

　　英語不是自己的母語，要演講起來，絕對不是一件容易的事，三分鐘，用來表達自己的中心意思，會不會夠?下面是第一范文網(wǎng)小編分享的幾篇英語課前3分鐘的演講稿，一起來看看吧。

英語課前3分鐘的演講稿篇一

　　Thursday morning at school, I got four agents young movie tickets for all vouchers, I see, ah! 3 d movies? I can't seen 3 d movies. What's the difference between "what stereoscopic film and common film? Do I have to go and see." I said to himself.

　　Came to the classroom, I and my good friend Luo Kaiyun agreed during the National Day get to the cinema to see 3 d movie.

　　Easy to look forward to in the National Day, half past nine, I carried on film label and money, like a bottle of an arrow into the cinema. Arrived at the cinema, Luo Kaiyun have been waiting at the door, we hurry to buy a stereo glasses, as people into theaters, find a seat to sit. Three-dimensional film began. I'll take off glasses and a look at the screen, with ordinary film is no different, only the edge of the red, yellow, hazy outline. To wear glasses, yi! Those who like jumped out of the screen, walked over to me. Thought: this is stereoscopic film. Next, the butterfly flew in front of my eyes, seemed to stretch out my hand can get; Figure dangling in front of me; Killing passing speed seems to me; The sword stab to me; Monster as if to swallow me up, frighten I left hide right shine, heart pounding, stimulation and clinking. All of a sudden, I saw m hill iron claw straight towards my stamp, quickly close to me, "ah, arrest me?" I was scared, and instinctively recoiled hide in the body under the chair, heart like to jump out of the throat. Gee, I don't see any action, I take off glasses a look, turned out to be a movie, I really put it. An hour and a half, I have spent in stimulation, scary.

　　Things in the past, but I will never forget.

英語課前3分鐘的演講稿篇二

　　Today, I and my brother family to go to the movies, "the young drift fantasy adventure".

　　We with a happy mood to the cinema. The hero in the movie is a child named pie, one day, the family to move, just to the ship, was under the storm, the relentless storm blew the ship have to pitch, yaw have capsized may at any time, adhere to the ship's lifeboat sent quickly jumped, while others are prepared to jump, all of a sudden, the ropes of the boat was broken, the men jumped out of the sea, unfortunately the ship had more sank in the sea, only one survived. Send lonely sitting on a lifeboat wailing over their heads. Suddenly, a dog named Charlie parker, Bengal tiger ran out from the inside of the canopy on the lifeboat, frighten sent up in the bow, saw Charlie parker and didn't mean to hurt him, because the sea wind, cold, and gradually on the together for warmth. Before long, they became good friends. I do not know how long did it take, lifeboat finally drifted to a small island, they happily running around on the beach, but the next day sent best friend - Charlie parker ran into the forest and then never came back. Over the past six months, didn't find a lot of place. Day, derived collapsed, fortunately, to archaeology discovered the set on the island, ready to bring his file a city, outlying islands before sent to cry very sad, not because the saved excitedly cry, but is worried about his best friend Charlie parker, if anything happened.

　　I see the film, not only deeply immersed in the plot of the film, sometimes nervous, sometimes moved in tears, and I also grow some extracurricular knowledge.

英語課前3分鐘的演講稿篇三

　　Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap – and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques of forsythia, cadenzas of flowering plum. The trees grow leaves overnight.

　　In other years, spring tiptoes in. It pauses, overcome by shyness, like my grandchild at the door, peeping in, ducking out of sight, giggling in the hallway. “I know you’re out there,” I cry. “Come in!” And April slips into our arms.

　　The dogwood bud, pale green, is inlaid with russet markings. Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled. One examines the bud in awe: Where were those seeds a month ago? The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up – primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms – you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.

　　Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the world without end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?