40 Putonghua Propositional Speeches

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op 1

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually very tall, like an artificial one, with no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, as if they were artificial, and they have become a bundle, so there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think that in the vast soil behind enemy lines, there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar tree, guarding their hometown! Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain? -Excerpt from Mao Dun's Praise for Poplar

Op. 2

Two young people of the same age are employed in a shop at the same time, with the same salary.

But after a while, the young man named Arnold rose to the top, while the young man named Bruno stood still. Bruno was very dissatisfied with the unfair treatment of his boss. Finally, one day, he went to complain to his boss. The boss listened to his complaints patiently, and at the same time he was thinking about how to explain the difference between him and Arnold.

"Mr Bruno," the boss began, "now go to the market and see what's on sale this morning."

Bruno came back from the market and reported to the boss that only one farmer pulled a cart of potatoes to the market this morning.

"How many?"

Bruno quickly put on his hat, ran to collect it, and then came back to tell the boss that there were forty bags of potatoes.

"What's the price?"

Bruno went to the collection for the third time and asked for the price.

"Well," the boss said to him, "now please sit in this chair and don't say a word and see what Arnold will say."

Arnold will be back from the market soon. Report to the boss, so far only one farmer is selling potatoes, a total of 40 bags, what is the price; The quality of potatoes is very good. He brought one back to show his boss. The farmer will get several boxes of tomatoes in an hour. According to him, the price is very reasonable. The tomatoes in their shop sold very fast yesterday, and there was not much stock. He thought that the boss would definitely buy some tomatoes with such a low price, so he not only brought back a tomato as a sample, but also brought the farmer, who is waiting for the answer outside now.

Then the boss turned to Bruno and said, "Now you must know why Arnold's salary is higher than yours!" " -Excerpted from "Different Story Times" edited by Zhang and Hu Zuqing.

Op. 3

I often regret the Chou Shi in front of my house: it lies there in black, like a cow; No one knows when he stayed here, and no one cares about it. Only at harvest time, wheat was spread in front of the door. Grandma always said, this Chou Shi is an obstacle on the ground. Move it quickly.

It is not as delicate as white marble, it can be engraved, and it is not as smooth as big bluestone. It can be used for washing yarn and beating cloth. It lay there quietly, with no pagoda tree beside the courtyard and no flowers growing around it. Weeds will accumulate more and more, and the branches will go up and down, and slowly rust out green moss and black spots. Our children hate it, too. We tried to move it together, but our strength was not enough. Although I always curse it and don't like it, I have no choice but to leave it there.

One day, an astronomer came to the village. He passed by my house and suddenly found this stone, and his eyes went straight at once. He didn't go any further and stayed. Later, many people came and said it was a meteorite, which fell from the sky for two or three hundred years. It was a magical thing. Soon the express train came and carried it away carefully.

This surprised us all! This ugly stone actually fell from the sky! It fills the sky, overheats and flashes in the sky. Our ancestors may have looked up to it, and it gave them light, longing and longing. Then it fell, in the soil, in the grass, and it//lasted for hundreds of years!

I feel ashamed and feel the greatness of Qiu's family; I even hate it for putting up with all this silently for so many years? And I immediately deeply felt the greatness of its unyielding and lonely existence. -Excerpted from Jia Pingwa's Ugly Times.

Op. 4

When Darryl was eight years old, one day he wanted to go to the movies. Because he has no money, he wants to ask his parents for money or earn money by himself. Finally, he chose the latter. He concocted a soda and sold it to passers-by. But it is very cold in winter there, and no one buys it, except two people-his father and mother.

He happened to have a chance to talk with a very successful businessman. When he told the businessman about his "bankruptcy history", the businessman gave him two important suggestions: first, try to solve a difficult problem for others; The second is to focus on what you know, what you want and what you have.

These two suggestions are crucial. Because for an eight-year-old child, there are many things he won't do. So he walked up and down the street, thinking all the time: what problems will people have and how will he make use of this opportunity?

One day, at breakfast, my father asked Daryl to get the newspaper. American newspaper couriers always stuff newspapers through a special tube in the garden fence. If you want to eat breakfast and read newspapers comfortably in your pajamas, you must leave the warmth and room and go to the garden to get them in the cold wind. Although the road is short, it is very troublesome.

When Darryl picked up the newspaper for his father, an idea was born. On the same day, he rang his neighbor's doorbell and told them that he only had to pay him one dollar a month and that he would put the newspaper under their door every morning. Most people agreed, and soon he had more than seventy customers. A month later, when he got the money he earned, he felt that he was flying in the sky.

Soon, he had a new opportunity. He asked his customers to put garbage bags in front of their doors every day, and then he transported them to the trash can in the morning, adding one dollar a month. Later, he also came up with many ways to make children make money, and compiled a book called "250 Ideas for Children to Make Money". To this end, Darryl became a best-selling author at the age of twelve, had his own talk show at the age of fifteen, and had a million dollars at the age of seventeen. -The story of derek fisher, translated by Liu Zhiming.

Operative paragraph 5

This is the first snow in Jiaodong Peninsula since winter.

It snows heavily. It rained a little at first, and soon I saw large pieces of snowflakes falling from the sky covered with red clouds. The ground will turn white soon. In the mountain village in winter, at night, everything is quiet, only the snow keeps falling, and the dead branches of trees are bent by snow and occasionally creak.

It snowed heavily all night. This morning, it cleared up and the sun came out. Push open the door and look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and it has become a world of powder and jade. The deciduous willow trees are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; And those pine trees and cypresses that are evergreen in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the branches swayed gently, beautiful silver bars and snowballs rustled down, and jade-like snow powder fluttered with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and showing a colorful rainbow.

The snow in the street is more than a foot deep, and people step on it, making a creaking sound under their feet. Groups of children made snowmen and threw snowballs in the snow, and the cheerful shouts shook the snow off the branches.

As the saying goes, "Xue Rui is a good omen". This sentence has sufficient scientific basis and is not a superstitious idiom. Heavy snow in winter can freeze some overwintering pests to death; Melted water seeps into the deep soil, which can meet the needs of crop growth. I believe that this timely heavy snow will definitely promote the bumper harvest of crops, especially wheat, next spring. The experienced farmer compared snow to "a wheat quilt". The thicker the "quilt" is covered in winter, the better the wheat will grow in the spring next year, so there is another proverb: "Wheat covers three quilts in winter and sleeps with steamed bread in the next year."

I think this is why people call timely heavy snow "Xue Rui".

-From Jun Qing's The First Snow.

Operative paragraph 6

I often think that a scholar is a happy person in the world, because he has a wider and richer world besides the real world. The real world is shared by all, and the latter world is unique to scholars. From this, I feel how unfortunate people who have lost or can't read are, and their losses are irreparable. There are many inequalities in the world, such as wealth inequality and power inequality, but the possession or loss of reading ability is reflected in spiritual inequality.

A man can only experience the joys and sufferings he has experienced in his life, and perhaps he has heard about other experiences himself. However, people can enter other people's worlds in many different time and space through reading. In this way, people who have the ability to read have virtually gained infinite possibilities beyond their limited lives. Reading not only made him know more about the names of plants, insects and fish, but also made him trace back to ancient times and the future and appreciate the exotic customs that existed and did not exist.

More importantly, the benefits of reading are not only broadening knowledge, but also spiritual edification. People learn to be human by reading, and learn personality from the works of sages and contemporary talents. People draw wisdom from The Analects, serious historical spirit from Historical Records, heroic personality from Song Zhengqi, passion for life from Marx, critical spirit from Lu Xun and moral persistence from Tolstoy. Goethe's poems are engraved with wise life, while Byron's poems call for the enthusiasm of struggle. A scholar, a lucky one who has the opportunity to have an experience beyond his personal life.

-Excerpted from Xie Mian's A Scholar is a Happy Man.

Operative paragraph 7

One day, my father came home late from work. He is tired and a little fidgety. He found his five-year-old son waiting for him at the door.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?

"What's the problem? Dad, how much can you earn in an hour? " It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? "My father said angrily.

"I just want to know, you, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."

"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me ten dollars?" Father is angry: "If you just want to share the responsibility to buy meaningless toys, go back to your room and sleep." . Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "

The child silently returned to his room and closed the door.

Father is still angry when he sits down. Later, he calmed down. I think he may be too hard on the child ― maybe the child really wants to buy things, and he seldom asks for money.

The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep?" "Dad, not yet. I am still awake. " The child replied.

"I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I shouldn't be so angry ― here's your 10 dollar." "Thank you, Dad." The child happily took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.

"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father asked puzzled.

"Because it wasn't enough before, but it is enough now." The child replied, "Dad, I have twenty dollars now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? " Please come home early tomorrow ― I want to have dinner with you. "

Excerpt from The Value of Twenty Dollars edited by Tang.

Operative paragraph 8

I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. Once upon a time, when I was enjoying the cool in my hometown yard in July and August, I liked to watch the dense stars in the sky most. Looking at the stars, I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms.

There was a back door where I lived in Nanjing three years ago. When I opened the back door, I saw a quiet night. Below is the vegetable garden, and above is the starry blue sky. Although starlight is tiny to our naked eyes, it makes us bright everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books on astronomy. I knew some stars, as if they were my friends. They always talked to me.

Now at sea, across from the stars, I know them very well. I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship is moving, and so are the stars. They're so low, they're really shaky! Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. There are many stars I know on my shoulders, and I seem to see them blinking at me, and I seem to hear them whispering. And then forget everything. In the arms of the stars, I fell asleep laughing. I feel like a child, sleeping in my mother's arms now.

One night, the Englishman who got on the boat in Rumbo showed me the giants in the sky. He pointed://The four bright stars are the head, the body below, these are the hands, those are the legs and feet, and the three stars are the belts. Took his advice. I really saw the giant in the sky. Look, that giant is still running!

-Excerpt from Ba Jin's Stars

Operative paragraph 9

I saw many children flying kites while walking on the beach during the holiday. A long lead, one tied to the sky, one tied to the ground, children and kites wandering between heaven and earth, wandering in a trance, as if they were children again.

Flying kites when I was a child, most of them were elders or family members. A few thin strips are tied into the shapes of various birds and beasts with spun yarn, pasted with out-of-print snow white, and then the patterns of faces and wings are outlined with colored pens. Usually, the ones who wear the most are "old carvings", "beauties" and "flowers".

There is an uncle in our front yard who is famous for flying kites. He not only tied a kite with beautiful posture and bright colors, but also stretched a diaphragm made of Puwei on it. When the wind blows, it makes a buzzing sound, as if a kite is singing and spreading under the blue sky, which adds endless charm to the empty world and brings a little madness to galloping.

Almost all the kites that children near our home put in the hutong were knitted and tied by my uncle. His kite costs nothing. Give it to anyone in the family who wants it. He is willing to pay for the materials himself.

Later, my uncle went overseas, and flying kites gradually moved away from the children. However, when I miss my uncle writing to my hometown, I never forget to mention flying kites when I was a child. After Hong Kong's return to China, his family letter said that his kite was released overseas by his hometown, but it was always held by his hometown and/or relatives despite the wind and rain. It's too tired to float now, so it's time to go back to my hometown to visit relatives.

Yes, I think, not only my uncle, but also each of us is a kite, which is led by my mother, raised from childhood to adulthood, and then put from my hometown where the motherland needs it most!

-The art festival begins with Li Hengrui's kite fantasy.

Operative part 10

Dad doesn't know how to express love, but mom makes our family get along well. He just goes to work every day, and mom makes a list of our mistakes and then scolds us.

Once I stole a piece of candy and he asked me to send it back. He told the candy seller that I stole it and I was willing to unpack it for him as compensation. But mom understands that I'm just a child.

I broke my leg on the playground swing, and it was my mother who held me all the time on the way to the hospital. Dad parked his car in front of the emergency room, and they told him to drive away, saying that this parking space was reserved for emergency vehicles. Dad roared, "What kind of car do you think this is? Coach? "

Dad always looks uncomfortable at my birthday party. He is just busy blowing balloons, setting the table and doing housework. It was my mother who pushed the cake with a candle and let me blow it.

When I look through photo albums, people always ask, "What's your father like?" God knows! He is always busy taking pictures of others. My mother and I took countless photos together, all with smiles on our faces.

I remember my mother once taught me to ride a bike. I told him not to let go, but he said it was time to let go. After I fell, my mother came to help me, and my father waved her away. I was very angry and decided to give him some color to see see. So I immediately climbed on the bike and showed it to him myself. He just smiled.

When I was in college, all the letters at home were written by my mother. Besides sending a check, he also sent me a note saying that his lawn was beautiful because I didn't play football on it.

Every time I call home, he seems to want to talk to me, but he always says, "I'll let your mother answer it."

When I got married, it was my mother who shed tears. He just blew his nose loudly and then walked out of the room.

I grew up listening to him say, "Where are you going? When will you go home? Does the car have gasoline? No, don't go. " Dad doesn't know how to express love. only if ...

Could it be that he expressed it and I didn't notice it?

From Emma Bombeck's Father's Love.

op 1 1

A big question has been haunting my mind:

How can the World Cup be so attractive? Besides the charm of football itself, what is greater than it?

Recently, I watched the World Cup and suddenly got the answer: It is because of a supreme spiritual emotion-national honor!

People on earth will have the concept of a country, but they may not always have the feelings of a country. People often go to foreign countries to miss their hometown and cherish their old country, so the concept of this country becomes flesh and blood, and patriotism comes very concretely. In modern society, technology is smooth, information is fast, everything is online, the world is really too small, and the boundaries between countries seem not so clear. In addition, football is rapidly globalizing. On weekdays, players from various countries frequently transfer and come and go freely, which leads to more and more national leagues with international factors. Players deny their nationality and only play for their own clubs. There is no patriotism in their passion in the competition.

However, great changes have taken place in the world cup. Players from all over the world have returned to China to participate in the competition and put on clothes of the same color as the glorious national flag. Before every game, he will sing the national anthem and swear his love and loyalty to the motherland. A feeling of blood began to burn in the blood vessels of the whole body, and blood suddenly boiled.

In the historical era, there are often confrontations between countries, and my hero is also dressed in military clothes to defend his country. The honor of a country often needs to be exchanged with its own life. But in peacetime, only such a large-scale confrontational contest between countries can arouse that distant and sacred emotion, that is, fighting for the motherland!

Excerpted from Feng Jicai's Sense of National Honor.

Operative paragraph 12

Shortly after sunset, the orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky. The sea, also dyed red by this glow, is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing and disappearing. And the back row, flashing, rolling, pouring in.

The glow of the sky gradually faded, and the crimson color changed to crimson color, and the crimson color changed to light red. Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the blue sky. It is so big and bright, and it is the only one shining with extraordinary brilliance in the whole vast sky, just like a bright lamp hanging in the sky.

As the night deepens, there are more and more "lights" in the sky. The lights in all parts of the city are really lit up for the second time, especially the lights on the hillside around the harbor, which are reflected in the dark blue sea from mid-air, flickering with the waves, like a string of flowing pearls, and reflecting each other with the dense stars in the sky. It is really beautiful.

On this beautiful night, I walked slowly along the beach on the soft beach. Sea water, gently stroking the soft beach, makes a gentle//brushing sound. The evening breeze is fresh and cool. I have unspeakable excitement and happiness in my heart.

The night wind blows gently, and the air is fragrant with the mixture of the sea and the fields. During the day, the residual temperature of the sun remains on the soft beach. People who work all day come to this soft beach in twos and threes. They bathed in the cool sea breeze, looked at the starry night sky and rested with a smile.

From Jun Qing's A Midsummer Night by the Sea.

Operative paragraph 13

The birth of life in the ocean is no accident. The physical and chemical characteristics of the ocean make it the cradle of primitive life.

As we all know, water is an important part of living things. The water content of many animal tissues is above 80%, while the water content of some marine organisms is as high as 95%. Water is an important medium of metabolism. Without it, a series of physiological and biochemical reactions in the body cannot be carried out and life will stop. Therefore, long-term water shortage for animals is more dangerous than food. Water is so important to today's life, especially to fragile primitive life. When life is born in the ocean, there will be no fear of water shortage.

Water is a good solvent. The ocean contains many inorganic salts necessary for life, such as sodium chloride, potassium chloride, carbonate, phosphate and dissolved oxygen, from which primitive life can easily absorb the necessary elements.

Water has a large heat capacity and a vast ocean, but the temperature changes little under the scorching sun and the cold wind in winter. Therefore, the huge ocean is like a natural "incubator". Is a hotbed of primitive life.

Although sunlight is necessary for life, ultraviolet rays in sunlight are in danger of killing primitive life. Water can effectively attract ultraviolet rays, thus providing a natural "barrier" for primitive life.

These are the necessary conditions for the emergence and development of primitive life.

From Tong Shangliang's Ocean and Life

Operative paragraph 14

My grandmother died when I was in primary school. My grandmother loved me the most when she was alive. I can't rule out my sadness. I ran around the school playground every day, so tired that I fell to the ground and cried on the lawn.

Those sad days lasted intermittently for a long time, and my parents didn't know how to comfort me. They know that instead of lying to me that grandma is asleep, they might as well tell me the truth: grandma will never come back.

"What is gone forever?" I asked.

"All the time everything will not come back. Your yesterday has passed, and it will always be yesterday. You can't go back to yesterday. Dad used to be as young as you, and now he can't go back to your childhood. One day you will grow up and be as old as your grandmother; One day you run out of time and you can't come back. " Dad said.

Dad gave me a riddle, which is even more terrible than the textbook "The calendar hangs on the wall and tears off a page a day, which makes my heart anxious" and "An inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". It also makes me feel more indescribable than the "time flies, the sun and the moon fly" in the composition book.

Time flies so fast that my squinting eyes are not only anxious, but also sad. One day when I came home from school, I saw that the sun was going down. I made up my mind to say, "I want to go home faster than the sun." When I ran back and stood in front of the yard to catch my breath, I saw the sun//showing half my face. I jumped for joy. I beat the sun that day. I will often play games like that in the future, sometimes racing against the sun, sometimes faster than the northwest wind, and sometimes I can finish my homework in ten days in a summer vacation; At that time, I was in the third grade, and I often used my brother's homework in the fifth grade. Every game is playing time, and I don't know how to describe it.

If I have anything to teach my child in the future, I will tell him: if you race against time during the holidays, you can succeed!

Excerpt from Race against Time in Lin Qingxuan (Taiwan Province Province)

Operative paragraph 15

In the early 1930s, Hu Shi was a professor in Peking University. When giving lectures, he often praised the vernacular, which aroused the dissatisfaction of some students who only liked classical Chinese but didn't like vernacular.

Once, when Hu Shizheng was speaking proudly, a student surnamed Wei suddenly stood up and asked angrily, "Mr. Hu, is there really no defect in the vernacular?" Hu Shi smiled and replied: "No", and the students were even more excited: "There must be! Most of the vernacular nonsense, telegrams use more words and spend more money. " Hu Shi's eyes suddenly lit up. Explain softly: "Not necessarily! A few days ago, a friend sent me a telegram asking me to work in a government department. I decided not to go, so I called back and refused. The telegram is written in vernacular, which seems to save words. Please write a reply in classical Chinese according to my meaning, and see if the space is in vernacular Chinese or in classical Chinese? " As soon as Professor Hu finished speaking, the students began to write seriously.

Fifteen minutes later, Hu Shi asked the students to raise their hands and report the number of words, and then chose a telegram with the least number of words in classical Chinese. The message is written like this:

"I am a poor scholar, I'm afraid I can't do it." I'm afraid it's difficult to undertake this job, and I can't obey the arrangement without profound knowledge.

Hu Shi said that this book is really good, and it only takes twelve words. But my vernacular telegram only used five words:

"No, thanks!"

Hu Shi also explained: "If you can't do it," it means that you are too knowledgeable and afraid of being competent; "Thank you" not only expresses gratitude for the introduction of friends, but also expresses refusal. So there is not much nonsense, regardless of whether it is classical Chinese or vernacular Chinese. As long as you pay attention to the choice of words, vernacular Chinese can save more words than classical Chinese.

Excerpted from Hu Shi's vernacular telegram in Intermediate Course of Practical Chinese (I) edited by Chen Zhuo.