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1、.精品文档. 五分钟英语演讲稿五篇英语究竟是什么水平都可以通过英语演讲得到体现。下面是为大家整理的五分钟英语演讲稿。五分钟英语演讲稿篇一I was seventeen, almost a senior in high school. I was riding my bike to school. I had taken a special route to pick up a gift, but that day, the road less traveled by led to disaster. Crossing a road, a drunk driver ran a red light
2、, slammed into me, and shattered my left knee.It made all the difference.I was forced to postpone college, plunged into painful therapy . . . but eventually, I also learned much about life and myself. I found the strength to withstand adversity, learned compassion, and above all, I learned that the
3、road not taken is not just about regrets or choices but also about the perpetual now and the alwayscoming future.When I first studied Robert Frosts “The Road Not Taken” in middle school, I was unable to grasp its ambiguity. I always thought that Frosts persona chooses “a road less traveled by” and l
4、ives life being subversive and irreverent. I was wrong. In the poem, both of the two roads that “diverged in a yellow wood” are actually “about the same.” But there has to be a choice, and sometimes, they it can be involuntary (as I learned the hard way). This makes me extremely thankful and resolut
5、e when I can make conscious choices and plan for the future, and so I know now that Frosts poem is also about the road not yet taken.For everyone, this means something slightly different. For me, it means constant vigilance, learning, and love. Our journey is hard, complex, and it often presents une
6、xpected twists, but reflecting on the roads not taken and not yet taken each day gives us a little more strength and confidence. Life cannot and will not me perfect, and the truth is it will end. But as Willa Cather would say, “The end is nothing, the road is all.” The road not taken in the past, an
7、d the road not yet taken that lies ahead.But about the present It joints the past and the future. What then, is “the road not taken” in the perpetual now Personally, I find an answer in these lines from Alfred Lord Tennysons “Ulysses”:Tho much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that str
8、ength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven; that which we are, we areOne equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.Thank you.五分钟英语演讲稿篇二Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Today my topic is The Road Not Taken in Life.“Why are
9、 you doing this Dont you know its a total waste of time” Thats what my mom yelled at the tenyearold me, when she found out that I had signed up for an English storytelling competition.I bowed my head; yes, she was right. By then I was entering Grade Six, faced with the biggest challenge yet to comet
10、he examination to enter my dream junior high school. For that, I had given up my beloved piano lesson, my favorite cartoon program and even the playful weekend family reunion with my cousins. I wouldnt be surprised at all if my verystrictuniversityteacher mother got furious at me when I chose to do
11、anything besides study at that crucial moment.But thats not all to it. Now please take a good look at the twentyyearold me, and imagine what I was like when I was ten. Here are the key words: nervous, timid, shy, tonguetied when facing strangers, and essentially a bookworm. These signs looked fatal
12、to my mother, and possibly to you, too; she thought that I could be anything but a good public speaker.Well, I myself actually said no to my English teacher at first, because I had never done anything like that before and I was afraid. But he told me since I liked reading so much, why not try to tel
13、l a story I love to everyone He also promised me that the judges were not frightening at all; just think of them as carrots and cabbages in a vegetable patch.The tenyearold me was persuaded by my teachers words. The feeling of telling my beloved stories to someone else ignited a spark of anticipatio
14、n in my little chest. So I chose to endure my mothers ranting for an entire hour, then raised my head bravely and pleaded: “Mom, please. I just want to try.”My mother looked as if she was on the verge of another outburstbut she only sighed. I took that as her permission, and started working with my
15、teacher day and night to find a story, to illustrate the details, and to practice my facial expressions and gestures in front of the mirror. On the day of the competition, I went on the stage for the very first time in my life; I could feel the nervousness threatening to bring me down, and I felt ch
16、eated by my teacher: it was impossible to picture the judges as mere carrots and cabbages. But I went on. Although I only got the third prize at that time, on that stage I stayed ever since, even to this very moment.I should thank my teacher and my mother for letting me take a road that I have never taken before. Little did I know then that this road would one day lead the shy li
