故事的出现，其实是有它的用意，并不是对现实的逃避，而是一种载着我们去追寻现实的载体，让我们付出最大的努力去挖掘出混乱人生的真谛。这里给大家分享一些关于三分钟英语故事演讲稿，供大家参考。

三分钟英语故事演讲稿1

A young man and an old man were waiting for a bus at a station. They sat next to each other.

“What's that in your bag?”asked the young man, pointing to a big bag beside the old man.

“Gold, nothing but gold,”answered the old man.

The young man could hardly believe his own ears,“What?”he said to himself in surprise.“So much gold? My God! How I wish to be able to get so much gold!”Then he began to think about how to get the gold.

The old man looked tired and sleepy and it seemed that he could hardly keep his eyes open.“Are you sleepy, sir?”asked the young man.“Then you'd better lie down on the chair and have a good rest. Don't worry about the bus. I'll wake you up in time.”

“All right. It's very kind of you, young man.”The old man lay down and before long he fell asleep.

The young man took the big bag gently. But when he was about to run away, he found a corner of his fur coat was under the old man's body. Several times he tried to pull it out, but he couldn't. At last he took off his coat and went away with the bag.

The young man ran out of the station as quickly as his legs could carry him. When he reached a place where he thought the old man couldn't find him, he stopped and quickly opened the bag.

To his surprise, there was nothing but a lot of small stones in it. He hurried to the station at once. But when he got there, he found the old man was gone.

三分钟英语故事演讲稿2

hello! ladies and gentlemen, it is so nice to meet you !i am gladthat you can spend this precious time having this class in thisafternoon.

now please allow me to introduce myself to you .my name is wangjia and imajored in traffic engineering .baoji is my hometown it is verybeautiful. and the people are very friendly.

as we all knowen thingking is easy acting is difficult and to putone's thoughts into actions is the most difficult thing in the world.

so if we want to learn english well ,we must practice reading englisheveryday ,acturally practicing repeatly is the best way to succeed.whenyou speak ,don't care how poorly or how well you speak just care aboutcatching the chance to speak ,enjoy losing face or just forget your facebecause the more you speak the better your english will become,neverafraid ofmaking 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 makeeach day our masterpiece and don't let our parents down ,don't ever letour country down ,most importantly don't let ourself down.

yesterday is a memory tommorrow is a dream so live for todayjust do it right now.i believe if you can dream it you can make it ,ifyou do you will win if you don't you won't.believe in youself trustyouself try your best. don't give up ,never give in, never lose hope ,never say impossible .the success is coming ! thank you !

三分钟英语故事演讲稿3

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 ing back， but he was not ing fast。 He was carrying his little crippled brother。 He sat him 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 ."

三分钟英语故事演讲稿4

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many months of struggle and suffering. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word, it is victory.

Victory at all costs—victory in spite of all terrors—victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival. Let that be realized, no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that British Empire has stood for , no survival for the urge, the impulse of the ages, that mankind shall more forward toward his goal. I take up my task in buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. I feel entitled at this juncture, at this time, to claim the aid of all and to say, “Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength.”

三分钟英语故事演讲稿5

She kindled a third match。 Again shot up the flame; and now she was sitting under a most beautiful Christmas tree ，far larger， and far more prettily decked out， than the one she had seen last Christmas eve through the glass doors of the rich merchant's house。 Hundreds of wax-tapers lighted up the green branches， and tiny painted figures， such as she had seen in the shop-windows， looked down from the tree upon her。 The child stretched out her hands towards them in delight， and in that moment the lights of the match warm quenched; still， however， the Christmas candles burned higher and higher， she beheld them beaming like stars in heaven; one of them fell， the lights streaming behind it like a long， fiery tail。

“Now some one is dying，” said the little girl， softly， for she had been told by her old grandmother， the only person who had ever been kind to her， and who was now dead that whenever a star falls an immortal spirit returns to the God who gave it。

She struck yet another match against the wall; it flamed up， and surrounded by its light， appeared before her that same dear grandmother， gentle and loving as always， but bright and happy as she had never looked during her lifetime。