世界那么大，只要我们心在一起，友善，让每个角落发光。世界虽然很大，慢慢人生路上，难免不会有些绊脚石，但是友善，令我们重放光彩。下面给大家分享一些关于以善良为题的英文演讲稿，希望对大家有帮助。

以善良为题的英文演讲稿1

Like a glass of seven colors and shoot the light and shade, each of us has all have different strengths. Some schoolmates, talent, further leading intelligent, With some heart hand, only few art; less But I? I have a kind of stupid, because I care to help yourself.

Forget one day after the old, I put no home, then teach to ever pay far Chen. I slowly hurried out legal idle word, suddenly, I invented a green silk behind will face with wrinkles under small grandma, revenge? This is not the 13th floor Yang grandma? She came out of the basket of a small effort is always slow vegetables, lost war, waist is difficult to turn up quickly, and her face was streaming out a flow of surface and a rain of fire sweat. This - to that kind of situation, I very little sympathy, grandma to read aloud: "to the auxiliary small dish, grandma came to wild when uriah will not see five feet down into the night; besides, I borrowed much homework to do. But if I didn't help idle, Yang grandma will be difficult, very lack, could she go steps will not quiet." First, I will assist Yang grandma. Up her mind Pure zhi.

以善良为题的英文演讲稿2

Be Happy About Helping Others

Since we go to school, we have received the education that helping others is the thing that we can be proud of. So when we give people a hand, we will be happy.

But nowadays, the news has reported that many bad guys make use of the innocent children’s kindness and commit a crime. The public is so angry about this bad behavior and people have started to realize that children should learn to protect themselves when they help the strangers.

Thus, when we help strangers, we need to tell our parents and never take action alone. It is important to protect ourselves, while we are still willing to help other people.

以善良为题的英文演讲稿3

Helping others has always been a virtue in traditional Chinese culture. But what’s strange nowadays is that people dare not show their helping hands to those in need. I would like to elaborate my views on this issue.

Firstly, I think people’s moral sense has degraded. When egoism gains the upper hand, many people find it growingly hard to help others. Secondly, there is no denying that some tragic events turn out to be traps by people with evil intentions. So common people are becoming more risk-conscious and are more wary of traps and deceits.

In general, I contend the idea that we should be warm-hearted and offer help as well as look out for potential hazards so as not to be deceived.

以善良为题的英文演讲稿4

The world so big, as long as our hearts together, friendly, make every corner.

When the lilies quietly bloomed in the branches, it is the most charming smile.

Life on the road slowly, expect some stumbling block, but friendly, I replay.

Walking on the road, the sky about-face, trickle naughty raindrop falls on my head, I quickly the runway of the shop to shelter from the rain, the rain, the wind is the more fierce, I curled up into a ball cold. At this moment, a passerby told me the step, with an umbrella for me hide the rain said with a smile: "kid, you can have it." At this moment, my body no longer cold, even if again how bad the weather, but my heart has a warm current flowing in. I took the umbrella looked at his smile face, said: "thank you, uncle." Then he ran to the front and his shadow disappeared gradually in the road. A complete passerby, pass for me went to a made of love umbrella, the rain no longer dark, cold, no longer because there is love and kindness to drive away the clouds of the sky.

At this moment, lily is also thrive, made it the most beautiful.

The world is big, but as long as we heart to heart, kindly treat every object around, the world will be more beautiful, more brilliant. Because, friendly, make every corner shine!

以善良为题的英文演讲稿5

When i was growing up， i was embarrassed to be seen with my father。 he was severely crippled and very short， and when we would walk together， his hand on my arm for balance， people would stare。 i would inwardly squirm at the unwanted attention。 if he ever noticed or was bothered， he never let on。

It was difficult to coordinate our steps —— his halting， mine impatient —— and because of that， we didn't say much as we went along。 but as we started out， he always said， "you set the pace。 i will try to adjust to you。 "our usual walk was to or from the subway， which was how he got to work。 he went to work sick， and despite nasty weather。 he almost never missed a day， and would make it to the office even if others could not。 a matter of pride。when snow or ice was on the ground， it was impossible for him to walk， even with help。 at such times my sisters or i would pull him through the streets of brooklyn， ny， on a child's sleigh to the subway entrance。 once there， he would cling to the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free。 in manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building， and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in brooklyn' on his way home。

When i think of it now， i marvel at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress。 and at how he did it —— without bitterness or complaint 。he never talked about himself as an object of pity， nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able。 what he looked for in others was a "good heart"， and if he found one， the owner was good enough for him。now that i am older， i believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people， even though i still don' t know precisely what a "good heart" is。 but i know the times i don’t have one myself。

Unable to engage in many activities， my father still tried to participate in some way。 when a local sandlot baseball team found itself |without a manager， he kept it going。 he was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to ebbets field to see the brooklyn dodgers play。 he liked to go to dances and parties， where he could have a good time just sitting and watching。on one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party， with everyone punching and shoving。 he wasn't content to sit and watch， but he couldn't stand unaided on the soft sand。 in frustration he began to shout， "i' ll fight anyone who will tit down with me!"nobody did。 but the next day people kidded him by saying it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a dive even before the bout began。

I now know he participated in some things vicariously through me， his only son。 when i played ball (poorly)， he "played" too。 when i joined the navy he "joined" too。 and when i came home on leave， he saw to it that " i visited his office。 introducing me， he was really saying， "this is my son， but it is also me， and i could have done this， too， if things had been different。" those words were never said aloud。he has been gone many years now， but i think of him often。 i wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks。 if he did， i am sorry i never told him how sorry i was， how unworthy i was， how i regretted it。 i think of him when i complain about trifles， when i am envious of another's good fortune， when i don't have a "good heart"。

At such times i put my hand on his arm to regain my balance， and say， "you set the pace， i will try to adjust to you。"