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8-minute self-confidence speech template 1 "The land will become a desert without water, and the soul will become barren without gratitude and nourishment." An elder said this sentence. When I grew up, I noticed a phenomenon that flowers left the tree, and they left mercilessly, but I also found that they fell, not ruthlessly, but turned into nutrients, making the tree grow better. This is "falling flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers", and falling flowers are rewarded by thanking trees for their nourishment and cultivation.
We should think about the process of our parents raising us: 1-2 years old, sick, mom and dad running around, sweat and anxious tears mixed together; At the age of 5, she insisted on playing with fire because she was naughty and didn't listen to her parents' advice. Unfortunately, a small fireball fell on his hand and his hand was burned. My mother disinfected and bandaged me patiently and meticulously. 9-year-old, failed in the final exam, depressed after returning home, persuaded by his parents, and enriched his self-confidence; /kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, a "water bean" fell on me. My father sought medical treatment everywhere and my mother took good care of it. It can be seen that it is not easy for parents to raise us.
Nothing in the world is taken for granted. But there is a kind of dedication in the world that is taken for granted, that is, fatherly love and maternal love, and they don't need our return. My parents put all their hopes on us. It can be said that if they have nothing, we are their spiritual pillar. Although they don't need our return, we should also know how to be grateful to our parents, because their love is deep and selfless. In order to thank my parents, I would like to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt gratitude to them.
"Dear parents, for more than ten years, you have tried your best to raise me. I've been gone for more than ten years, and I've grown up gradually, but I also see you getting old. Dad often has backache, and continuous physical labor makes your spine unbearable. White flowers keep popping up on mom's head, and the sadness of life makes you work hard. Mom and dad, you are old! This is all because of me. In the days to come, I will be sensible and ask you not to be so tired. "
Children in the world, it's time to thank their parents.
More gratitude, more affection.
When I was a child, I always heard from my neighbors that I was picked up by my father. I didn't believe that I was different from my brother, so I asked my father, hoping that he would deny it. My father always said so. So I think my father doesn't love me and makes me believe that I picked it up and hope to be taken away one day.
My father never took care of me and let me develop freely, even after school. When I was in primary school, I was very attentive. At the end of each semester, I always go home with many rewards. Compared with my brother, I am his greatest pride. I can still be excellent without my father's teaching, which is my evaluation of myself. Maybe my father thinks so, too. When junior high school and high school left home, he was at my mercy. He only asked me how many points I got in the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. Father said, "I thought you had been studying very well. Who knows how much you got in the exam." Can't hide his disappointment. But I am not a good daughter, I admit it. I get angry every time I hear these words. You didn't do your duty as a father, whether you asked me or not. You dare not lecture me. It's good that I took so many exams, but I didn't say these words. I just protested with silence and stubbornness.
My father has been trying to pay for my education. So I lived in my grandpa's house all through high school. During the summer vacation, I won't go home even if my parents are at home. I can't say why, but I always feel that there is a substance in that home that makes me deeply unfamiliar. What I remember most is the cold war with my mother, and I forget what the reason is. Anyway, my mother and I had a cold war that year, and I didn't even go to school. Sometimes they see me stay at home, disappear in a blink of an eye and walk for a few days. At that time, the middle school was far from home, so they couldn't know if I was at school or ...? Anxious can be imagined! Finally, my father hit me hard, but I didn't cry, just tears kept flowing down my cheeks and merged into a stream, but I still looked stubborn and quietly erected a thick wall in my heart. The next day, my father wanted to see my scar, and I refused directly. I saw pity and regret in my father's eyes, but I felt more the pain of scars, mixed with blue and purple. I also know that my father is more painful than me. This is his daughter, never willing to lift a finger, but she hit him like that on impulse, hitting him very hard. I also know that my father is blaming himself. I just want him to blame himself more, so I insisted on not letting him see it and refused to talk.
Just looking at my father's aging face for hard work, I feel a little guilty, but I still believe that my father doesn't love me at all, and I still hope that one day I can be taken away like a child. Therefore, no matter big or small, I always go against my father, engage in a "cold war" or disappear (in fact, I secretly don't tell others to go to a friend's house to play). I just want to worry my father. My dad has always made me willful. My goal has been achieved, and my mind is balanced. But when I saw the white hair growing on my father's temple, I felt guilty, but this guilt was fleeting. I am still willful, and my father still indulges me.
I remember that in the summer of 20__, the college entrance examination ended and I read the answer. I know I have to go home. I went home peacefully. I know what my father's first words are, so I don't care at all. I know I didn't do well in the exam. But to my surprise, my father didn't ask me how I did in the exam. He just said, "It's good to be back. Your mother has been waiting for you to come home. She cooks your favorite meal every day and doesn't know when you will go home. " At that moment, I felt a little ashamed and lacked confidence. I just said vaguely, "I don't think I'm fit for school." Then I heard my father's long sigh He said, "Is it because I never cared about you?" She has a deep voice and blames herself. I think I will never forget my father's eyes at that time, the feeling of self-blame, helplessness and despair ... I stayed at home that summer vacation and refused to go out. Because for whatever reason, it is a shame to fail in the exam, not to mention that another boy in the same village did well in the exam. His father always comes to my house and tells me that his son doesn't even want to go to that key university, even though his son's college entrance examination is in Tibet, not in Henan, where the competition is as fierce as mine. I can't accept this reality myself, let alone the father who loves face and regards me as all his hopes! But that summer vacation, my father always comforted me by my side. I didn't notice my father's mood at all, just lived in a very self-centered world, alone.
Until the day before yesterday, my brother called to say that my father was seriously ill in hospital, and his condition was very poor. My heart was full of panic, more surprises and regrets. I can't believe this fact all day. My father has always been fine. The next day, I took a week's leave and got on the train home. I always felt very cold, although summer had arrived. The scenery outside the window no longer attracts me, and my head is always dizzy. I just want to go home as soon as possible, see my father as soon as possible, and confess my behavior to my father as soon as possible. ...
When I woke up, the bus had arrived, and my father's smile in his dream was still in sight. I can never believe the fact that my father is ill. At the moment I got home, I finally couldn't help but believe the facts in front of me. My father is thin, with deep eyes and prominent cheekbones. Because his thin face is darker, he has completely lost his old spirit, only a dry smile and a deliberately weak voice. My tears finally burst out, and I don't know how to describe the harm I have done to my father in the past twenty years. But my father always smiled and comforted me not to cry, saying that he was fine, not at all. Isn't that why he is still waiting for me to come home? I want to collect my tears, my sadness and my confession, but I just don't want my father to worry about me anymore. At that moment, snuggling up to my father, I finally understood my father and realized the father's love. Fatherly love is not only great and selfless, but also deep and implicit. Without complaining, he silently gave everything to his children, but he had little left, even health.
Xi Murong said: "Some people thought they would meet again tomorrow, so they didn't take it to heart, but they didn't know. Maybe they are destined to be just passers-by in your life. Some things you think you can do tomorrow, so you don't care, just you don't know. Maybe it's too late. " The journey of life is short and fleeting, who can accompany who forever? Relatives, lovers and friends will leave us one day. And the only thing we can do is to seize the moment, cherish what we have, do it and cherish it.
"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son should be filial and the relatives are absent. " Don't always wait until you lose it before you want it again, leaving regrets for your tomorrow.
8 minutes self-confidence and self-improvement speech template 3 Pick up warmth in rainy days and let tolerance exist in your heart forever.
Dark clouds piled up on the horizon, indicating the coming of the storm. Thunder came as scheduled, but the fierce quarrel between parents outside the door showed no sign of abating.
"I can't live this day!" As the heavy door closed, mother disappeared hysterically. I slowly opened the door and the ground was a mess. There are scattered pieces of dishes, overturned chairs and spilled tea. Father leaned feebly against the door frame, with a cigarette burning to the end between his fingers, and there were no fewer than five cigarette butts at his feet. "Dad," I whispered to him, "you are quarreling again." Without saying anything, my father pressed the burnt cigarette butt to the ground and waved to me. I understand. Sit down next to your father. Father's eyes are bloodshot and he is overworked. "Dad, why are you arguing about a little thing?" "What do children know?" My father stared at me with a cigarette in his hand, and I took it away. "Dad, I'm not a child. I know neither you nor your mother want to quarrel, but you are too stubborn to bow your head. " Father didn't speak this time, just looked at the picture of his mother on the table.
The rain beat against the window lattice again and again. Who can knock on the closed heart window between parents?
After a long time, my father said slowly, "But what can I do with her?" "Go and apologize!" As soon as I saw my father's idea of getting back together, I quickly revealed the way. "no!" Father refused, "I am right, why should I apologize!" " "Father seems unshakable. I walked up to my father, looked at his red eyes and said, "Dad, does it really matter who is right or wrong?" "? We are a family. How can a family care who is right and who is wrong? Mom has a bad temper, but your face is just as terrible! "Father put down his cigarette and clenched his fingers. "Dad, you love your mother and should tolerate her, shouldn't you?" Even if you make a big mistake and have a fight, someone has to compromise first, right? "I took his hand and pulled him to his mother's house. He seems to agree. I opened the door, and my mother was such a face washed with tears. " Yes, I'm sorry ... "That's my father's voice.
"You know how to apologize. I thought you ... you ... "Mother said and shed tears again. "All right, all right." Father stepped forward. I closed the door quietly and left them. The storm has passed, and the mild light rain soothes the newly invaded land. When my father came out, he gave me a deep look, from which I read his gratitude.
Over time, there will inevitably be barriers between parents. Children are the bridge between parents, connecting two people and two hearts. Everyone can have their own flowers and a full moon, plant a spring between their parents, and let happiness bloom infinitely.
8-minute self-confidence speech template 4 Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
Once, I moved many times with my parents' work, and I was unfamiliar with the places I lived, but the only thing I couldn't forget was an ordinary old man.
I don't remember what the house I lived in was like, nor what it used to be. What I remember most is the appearance of the old man. Her wrinkles are more than her age, and the most striking thing about her dry and rough face is her muddy eyes, which are both visible and invisible. Occasionally walking in the street, she is always so eye-catching, but more supercilious.
I never knew that she was my neighbor. Every time I see her, my first thought is to stay away from her. Everyone will appreciate beauty more than ugliness. When I was a child, I often judged a person by ugliness. Besides, she seldom goes out, so we seldom meet each other, and we haven't even looked around the house once. I have only seen her a few times, and her appearance is striking. I only wrote down her appearance.
Until the sudden heavy rain. I hurried home for shelter from the rain and left my keys at school. Although this happened more than once, this time it was obviously different. Coincidentally, my parents just have to work overtime today, and there is no place to make a phone call around my house, so I have to ask my neighbor for help. It is she who came out to open the door, and another idea that I want to stay away comes to my mind. "Didn't bring the key? Come in first. " Her voice is very old, but now she is at ease. But does she know my forgetfulness? I still remember seeing a photo and she was released. It's been so long that I almost forgot. That seems to be a photo of an old man.
I clearly remember that her room was full of sweaters of different colors and sizes, all of which were beautiful. There happened to be a sweater with a half-knit and half-wool ball on the bed, and her eyes seemed to light up when she started knitting. "These are her sources of income," mom said. I accidentally saw her hands, rough and dry fingers seemed to have only bones left, unlike a pair of human hands. In retrospect, they are obviously skeletons.
The ending seems to be that when my parents come back, I will have slept soundly at her house. A few years later, I accidentally asked my mother if her eyes were okay. My mother told me that her eyes could not be seen after her husband left. I seem to remember an old man who helped me when I lost my key. He seems to be the man in the photo.
When everything was untied, I began to think about those eyes and those calloused hands again. In fact, she is also very beautiful. Her beauty is self-improvement.
My speech is over.
Thank you!
8 minutes self-confidence and self-improvement speech template 5 Dear teachers and students:
Hello everyone!
Once, I moved many times with my parents' work. I am a stranger to my place, but the only thing I can't forget is a humble old man.
I don't remember what the house I live in looks like, nor what it has become. What I remember most is the appearance of the old man. Her wrinkles are more than her age, and the most conspicuous thing on her dry and rough face is her turbid eyes, which seem to be visible, but in fact they are invisible. Occasionally, when she walks in the street, she always attracts people's attention, but she is more supercilious.
I never knew that she was my neighbor. Every time I see her, my first thought is to stay away from her, and everyone will be happier than ugly.
Appreciate beauty. When you are young, you often judge a person by ugly beauty. Besides, she seldom goes out, so we seldom meet each other, and we haven't even looked around the house once. I have only seen her a few times, and her appearance is striking. I only wrote down her appearance.
Until the sudden heavy rain. I hurried home for shelter from the rain and left my keys at school. Although this happened more than once, this time it was obviously different. Coincidentally, my parents just have to work overtime today, and there is no place to make a phone call around my house, so I have to ask my neighbor for help. It is she who came out to open the door, and another idea that I want to stay away comes to my mind. "Didn't bring the key? Come in first. " Her voice is very old, but now she is at ease. But does she know my forgetfulness? I still remember seeing a photo and she was released. It's been so long that I almost forgot. That seems to be a photo of an old man.
I clearly remember that her room was full of sweaters of different colors and sizes, all of which were beautiful. There happened to be a sweater with a half-knit and half-wool ball on the bed, and her eyes seemed to light up when she started knitting. "These are her sources of income," mom said. I accidentally saw her hands, rough and dry fingers seemed to have only bones left, unlike a pair of human hands. In retrospect, they are obviously skeletons.
The ending seems to be that when my parents come back, I will have slept soundly at her house. A few years later, I accidentally asked my mother if her eyes were okay. My mother told me that her eyes could not be seen after her husband left. I seem to remember an old man who helped me when I lost my key. He seems to be the man in the photo.
When everything was untied, I began to think about those eyes and those calloused hands again. In fact, she is also very beautiful. Her beauty is self-improvement.
My speech is over.
Thank you!
8-minute self-confidence speech template 6 Dear teachers and students.
Hello everyone!
There is such a story: a boy found a pupa in the grass, and the young butterfly desperately wanted to climb out of the pupa. Seeing that it was extremely hard, the boy couldn't bear it, so he helped to cut the pupa open. The little butterfly fluttered its wings to fly, only to find that its wings were weak and it could not fly at all. A storm came, the butterfly could not escape, and finally ended in death. Life is also full of hardships and setbacks. There is no shortcut to success, but not everyone will go all out to succeed. While people are eager for success, they are also eager to work harder and gain more. In fact, to achieve real success, everyone must go through hardships.
Have you ever thought about going all out on the bumpy road of life? Are you full of courage to "hit three thousand miles with one water"? Do you have the courage to die nine times without regret? Can you shout "I can do it" for sure? Self-confidence is a great strength. Zheng Xiao Zell firmly believed in his correct command at the concert and won the championship. Einstein gained a firm foothold in the writing of "100 people refuting the theory of relativity" and found the truth for mankind. Don't be a coward because you are afraid of failure or avoid danger, otherwise life will lose its color because of caution. This is an era of individuality, self-confidence, self-interpretation and lighting up one's own world. The future belongs to everyone who has a dream, rather than living in the limits of others. Even if the final result is failure, it is better than mediocrity and waste.
People born are full.
The writer Zhang Haidi was a happy child when he was five years old. However, at the age of five, she suddenly suffered from spinal hemangioma and her condition recurred. She underwent three major operations in five years and finally became paraplegic. Dad bought Zhang Haidi books, notebooks and pens and told her that God would not close all your windows. With the love and encouragement of her parents, she is determined to cheer up and be a strong person in life. Later, Zhang Haidi read more than a dozen medical monographs, consulted experienced doctors, studied acupuncture and other medical skills, and treated the people for free, and was called "contemporary Paul" by the masses. Success is not "winning the lottery". Dreams need sweat and hard work to water them. In this sense, Zhang Haidi is still young and passionate. "Zhouyi" said, "Heaven is strong, and gentlemen are constantly striving for self-improvement; The terrain is Kun, and the gentleman carries things with morality. " A gentleman should run like Tianyu, even if he is displaced, he is indomitable; A gentleman should strive for progress, be resolute and decisive, be eager for strength, never stop, and be inclusive.
Looking back at the long river of history, those events that can't stand on their own feet in history are like Ganges sand, which always leave too many regrets for future generations. Liu Xuande, a generation hero, was the first emperor of Shu Han, but his son Liu Chan was not enterprising since he was a child. Even Zhuge Liang, an outstanding genius, was helpless to him. It's sad that Liu Chan still enjoys it when his father's legacy is gone. Another example is the contemporary hero Wu Dong Zhou Lang. His son Zhou Yin has never stood on his own feet under the honor and care of his parents since he was a child. With the help of his father, he abused his son politically and eventually lived on the streets. Big waves wash away the shadow of history, but looking at ourselves, as contemporary middle school students, one day we will step into the society and hold up the sun of tomorrow with our hands.
Self-reliance is the foundation of our life. Only by self-reliance, self-improvement, small saplings can become towering trees, weak ponies can become swift horses, and only in this way can people thrive, be patient and reap what they can't do! "Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles. Don't wait for youth to turn white, empty and sad! " When we are young, we strive for self-improvement, and each of us should constantly get up and grow up when we fall.
8-minute self-confidence speech template 7 Dear leaders, judges, teachers and students,
Good Morning, everyone!
Youth is colorless, it is transparent drawing paper. Waiting for you to draw, write and color. Only through the flower season, sweat, dedication to their most sincere talent, youth will show bright colors.
Youth at the age of thirteen or fourteen is the brightest sunshine in the flower season and the rainbow after the rain, which is extremely beautiful and more exciting. Even if the final outcome is drifting away or disappearing, it will always remain in people's hearts. Perhaps, every step you take, every word you say and everything you do will be covered up by the dust of time, but the glory of youth still shines on everyone.
We are radical because we are young. We let go of our boldness and prudence and do whatever we want. In study, we chase and struggle with each other. When you encounter things you don't understand, you are not ashamed to ask questions, dare to become friends with learning, and go hand in hand with knowledge. On the road of youth, we are wonderful because of this. We hold the radical glory of youth and lay the foundation for the future.
Because we are young, we are confident that we will never bow our heads before difficulties, but always hold our heads high. We join hands with difficulties and fight against ridicule. Shine brilliantly on the stage with youthful confidence. We exchanged the hard work of the audience for a short display on the stage, and the gorgeous dance showed our unruly self-confidence. Let's hold the light of youth self-confidence, turn this self-confidence into our habit and keep it forever, so that the future life will be the same.
We are beautiful because we are young. The face of youth is the most beautiful, the beauty from the heart, the beauty that will not be defeated by setbacks, the beauty that will break away from childishness and become mature, the beauty that is full of vitality, and the beauty that is quiet and pure. Even if the beauty of this youth will eventually fade like a flower, it will never fade with regret, and it will freeze the most beautiful scenery in our lives. Let's keep the beautiful color of youth, keep this beauty forever, and let our future life be wonderful because of the beauty of youth.
Mr. Liang Qichao once told us: Youth makes the country strong! At this time, we are just young, just like a freshly baked knife, which can't stand the waiting of carving, otherwise it will only slowly oxidize and lose its luster in the years like water, then mottled, corroded and weathered, and finally become scrap iron!
Some people say that19th century is the century of the British, 20th century is the century of the Americans, and 2 1 century is the century of the China people. After decades of hard work, China has achieved rapid development, but we can't forget that we are still a developing country, and there are still many places to be improved and developed. If we want to make our country rich and strong. There is a saying that there are only two creatures that can climb the pyramid: the eagle and the snail. Although we can't all fly like eagles, we can at least walk silently with our endurance like snails.
Come on, kid!