The speech pays special attention to clear structure and concise level. In a progressive society, the application scope of speech is more and more extensive. I believe that writing speeches is a headache for many people. The following is my speech on family relations. Welcome to reading. I hope you like it.

Speech on kinship 1 Dear teachers and students,

Hello everyone!

I used to visit my grandmother when I was young. Every time I walk into the house and walk beside my grandmother, I will see her sitting in the corner of the bed, holding a miniature needle in one hand and an unfinished insole in the other. Seeing me sitting beside her, she looked up, her eyes lit up, put down her work, took out a pair of insoles embroidered by herself from a lot of insoles and put them in my hand for me to look at and touch. That insole is beautifully embroidered. Flowers and birds are so detailed that they are really lifelike. However, seeing grandma holding the insole, the silver needle jumped very fast, thinking that there was a new insole to wear. I looked at my grandmother gratefully, my heart was warm, and I held her arm tightly. I feel very comfortable and happy inside.

After entering junior high school, I visited my grandmother less and less. And grandma's eyes are gradually spent, her hands and feet are not as flexible as before, and the speed of embroidered insoles is getting slower and slower.

Go to grandma's house to play again. As soon as I entered the door, it was a familiar picture: grandma sat quietly by the bed and gently tied a needle and thread to an insole. Just looking closely makes people worry and feel distressed. Grandma squinted hard, her eyes narrowed into a line, and her hands began to tremble. The needle was stuck in the wrong place and taken out again, full of excitement. I also sat by the bed and said to her, "Grandma, thank you so much!" " "Grandma smiled and shook her head gently.

Soon grandma continued to bury herself in embroidery. The needle and thread is very thin, and my eyes will blur after staring at it for a while. I wonder how grandma can see clearly. She embroidered slowly, stitch by stitch, absorbed, as if nothing could disturb her. I looked into my eyes and dozed off. After a while, my grandmother gave me a gentle push and asked me, "Is it delicious?" I suddenly found a pinhole on grandma's thumb. I am very distressed, thinking about the insole I wear every day, so it fits comfortably and I can't say a word.

Now I wear the insole embroidered by grandma every day. I think this comfortable insole reflects grandma's deep love for me, and I feel extremely warm and happy. I always feel that my happiness is accompanied by my grandmother's affection.

Good morning, dear teachers and classmates. My name is Chen Xushi. The topic of my speech today is "Love".

Family ties have always been with us from the moment we were born, and will always be with us until one day, we all become very old, until one day, we all left this world full of family ties. But what is affection? To paraphrase Uncle Genshu, president of the Chinese University of Science and Technology, affection is something that you don't realize when you are around. Once you are away, you will miss it. Affection is the only emotion in this world that can tolerate people forgetting and take it for granted. The most typical affection is the affection between us and our parents. We have two proper nouns to express our parents' affection for us, that is, fatherly love and maternal love. We enjoy the love given by our parents, stubbornly occupy them, deprive them of their youth, turn their hard work into our full-fledged commodities, exchange their old age for our youthful vitality, and often complain about their advice and inculcation. My father told me a word: only when you become a father yourself will you know what a father is, and only when you become a father yourself will you know what it feels like to be a parent.

Once I called home from my dormitory and spoke Chaoshan dialect to my family. After the phone call, a classmate in the dormitory told me that he only understood two words, one is father and the other is mother. In the team building class, when the teacher asked the students to shout "Dad" and "Mom" in their own language, I heard the same voice all around. No matter where people are, they all shout the same voice. The word mom and dad is a common word in China and even the whole world.

Of course, affection is not as vigorous as love, and vows of eternal love, but after all, blood is thicker than water. It doesn't need these grandiose appearances. It's just that my mother nagged me to pay attention to my health, and my father taught me to study hard and be a good person. My brothers and sisters are partial to me. These small fragments that are staged all the time in our lives can shock us again and again.

There was once a junior high school senior who published an article in the school magazine called "Family, Love and Friendship". The senior mentioned in the article: If I were to rank love, affection and friendship in order of importance. I will put affection first, not because I don't believe in love and friendship, but because, in my opinion, the old people cling to each other and never give up. They were born together through thick and thin rather than love, and so were close friends. They have been regarded as each other's relatives, sincere and eternal friendship, and love has been transformed into a kind of unrelated family. This is the same as what the teacher told Li Xiaoyi (this is it

The comments on my view of love are strikingly similar. To be honest, it was the teacher's comments at that time that reminded me of this topic and inspired me to make this speech.

As the famous female writer Bi Shumin said, "For our parents, we are orphans that can never be repeated". She also said: "If we don't exist, they will leave a love in the air, floating like a spider in the wind. If we are sick, their hearts will shrink to stone, praying to God for our recovery countless times, and even hoping that the disaster pain will come to them with ten times the intensity in exchange for our peace. "

Everyone here, whether a soldier or a doctor, is a dedicated profession. I'm fine at school now. Although I seldom go home, I still have winter and summer vacations. But now that we are working, I'm afraid we won't have many opportunities to visit our parents often to show our filial piety. I hope all of us can grasp some leisure time in our present busyness, even if it is only a short message to report peace and a greeting phone call, it also deeply contains our filial piety. To put it more recently, I hope all of us can spend as much time as possible with our families in the coming summer vacation and have a pleasant holiday with them.

My speech is over, thank you.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

I had just got out of the swimming pool when menstruation called that day. She said she would go back to America the next day, but I haven't had a good talk with her. I haven't seen my cousins since I said goodbye to them in a closed school. This month, they went to many places, the first stop was their hometown, and they brought back their little cousin who had not yet gone to kindergarten, mainly to show my grandmother and grandfather who were nearly 90 years old; Then menstruation and her cousin went to Guangzhou, Xiamen, Shanghai and other places. How time flies! When they return to Fuan again, the holiday is coming.

I went shopping with my cousin in the evening and wanted to buy something to take her. When she got to the supermarket, she didn't like it either. As soon as she understood, it turned out that her favorite thing was books. Go to the bookstore. The bookstore is closed because of the power failure. I have to change to another supermarket. Finally, she took a fancy to a schoolbag and bought some food to take with her. On the way to send my cousin back, we talked about the American math textbook that I have always left at home. Who knows, my cousin said: She never takes her math book home. Every year, math textbooks are taken back by the school, and then transferred to the next year's junior year. I brought it up again when I met my aunt. I asked my aunt, "Can you get me a set of American math textbooks?" But menstruation's reply completely dispelled the idea. She said: "American textbooks are very expensive, and a textbook costs about 100 dollars." So expensive! No wonder students are not allowed to take them home, and they have to be passed down year after year! Forget it, read more China's textbooks when you are free! The current People's Education Edition, Soviet Education Edition and Beijing Normal University Edition are dazzling enough.

The next day, my aunt, little cousin and cousin will go back to America. The luggage is two medium-sized suitcases, plus two oversized suitcases, which is about five or six times that of my usual suitcase. When I carried it from the second floor of my aunt's house to the first floor, my hand was deformed. My cousin saw it and touched my hand and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so heavy!" I'm really careful how my aunt delivers it to the hotel when she arrives in Shanghai. Although her classmates help, it is still a long way from the hotel to the airport to board the plane. I can only silently wish them a pleasant journey. The line to see me off is very long. My aunt has two brothers and a younger brother, plus my sister-in-law and children, as well as my aunt's parents, which can be described as vast. My uncle also has two sisters and three brothers. He didn't come to see me off because his family was in Fuan countryside. He only sent me and another cousin in Fuan as representatives. Although it is much more convenient for the United States to return to China now, and they will come back in three or four years, they always spend little time together. Before the bus started, I saw tears in menstruation's mother's eyes. I have always told my aunt to pay attention to her health in America and often call home. My daughter is really mom's pet!

Family members can't give up! Children will always be like flying kites, no matter how high or far they fly, they can't fly out of the thin thread of sadness and concern wrapped in their mother's hands.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

Whenever dandelions are in full bloom. My mother and I will go for a walk on the grass by the river. In the rhythm of bees buzzing and the joy of saving fish, I picked a bunch of dandelions happily and blew them from one side of the river to the other. Dandelion landed on the water and swam with the river. Sometimes the naughty wind will blow dandelions on our faces, itchy, but very happy. So I waited summer after summer, and she waited year after year, until the grass was covered with trees, until there was no dandelion in that green space, and until you had dandelion-like hair on your head, I realized the loss of time.

Dandelion is mother's favorite plant. It is a symbol of the beautiful things in my mother's heart. But now, I seldom see it, and my mother's smile is a little less. I always feel very happy when I think of playing dandelion with my mother when I was a child. Maybe that's why. I look forward to the arrival of dandelion.

That year, someone told me that there was a meadow and dandelion across the river. So when I arrived at my destination by bike, I was very happy to see bundles of dandelions. Go back and tell mom that she is very happy. The next day we went, but the bundles of dandelions had been ruined by the cows, leaving only a few intact dandelions. I really wanted to cry at that time. But my mother said, "Nothing, I am very happy today." So I picked those dandelions and went home with my mother. On the levee, my mother and I blew the only dandelion. In the dance of dandelion, I saw the beauty of nature, which was dozens of times more than the special effects on TV.

Dandelion is gone, but we are still happy and don't feel tired.

Summer is coming, and the banks of the river are covered with dandelions. I took my mother to this place, gently picked a bunch of dandelions and blew them around. Dandelions flying all over the sky are falling like a heavy snow. The beauty of dandelion is like a heavy snow in summer. Beauty is only temporary, but the emotion between my mother and me is eternal beauty.

Dandelion is really beautiful, but it is only temporary, and family is eternal beauty.

Speech on affection 5 Sometimes I think, what is people living for? Is it to marry a beautiful wife in the future, or to buy a house and a car and live a busy life? When we were young, our dreams were mostly to make money, find a job and make a living, and rush about for the so-called dreams. However, what is the purpose of such a life pursuit? When I stand on this podium, when we are all sitting in this classroom, maybe you and my parents are still at home thinking about whether our meals are enough, whether we have put on clothes when it is cold, and whether we have stayed up late at night. I grew up gradually, and my parents reached the age of knowing destiny. Do you want to put down the keyboard and call your mom and dad? Because choosing a university and pursuing a higher life is nothing more than making yourself better and making your parents and family comfortable and happy.

When I came home from my holiday, I found that my mother's palms, which had worked hard day and night for our family, were wrinkled again, and the crow's feet around my eyes were more clearly seen. They no longer beat me like when I was a child, nor scold me for being red in my report card, but care about the trivial things in my life. On the phone, there were not many topics, which were nothing more than: whether the weather was good or not, whether the food in the canteen had gone up in price, whether there were many classes at ordinary times, whether they were busy or not, and so on. Sometimes I haven't called home for a long time, and my mother will call me and ask some simple topics. In fact, I know in my heart that my mother is worried and she wants to hear my voice.

I saw a sentence in an abstract, which he wrote: I climbed on the ground and learned to walk by holding the wall; Run on the road and hide in some places you can't find; It is you who call me back from the mountains and the grass again and again; Today, the stubble on my lips is also called out. This is the best sentence I have ever seen to describe my mother. My childhood passed quickly, but now in my mind, I only vaguely remember the scene of my arm held high and my mother undressed me in the morning of school. Knit me a sweater. She knows that I like those with patterns on my chest, so she learns while watching. I cook my favorite food, but I never eat it myself. Until now, I also know the hard work and love of being a mother. Once, I was ill, very ill. My mother didn't sleep well for two or three days, and she has been at the bedside of the hospital, helping me to see the intravenous drip. At that time, things around seemed very chaotic, and my father was a little uneasy. He took a few sips of cigarettes, quarreled with my mother, and then left angrily. But later, I saw him standing quietly at the door in front of the bed. I will never forget his haggard shadow.

We will think, what did our parents get for working hard for us for 20 years without asking for anything in return? They may no longer expect you to be a great scholar and a successful person and force you to learn what you don't want to learn. They know that you have grown up and know how to control your life and dreams with your own hands. Thousands of miles away, they just want to hear your voice often and make themselves feel safe; They just want to know the trivial things in your life, a word you accidentally said, or a happy mother's day and a happy father's day sent on time in the morning, which will make them laugh secretly. I think, when we are parents, we will find that happiness is not Jinshan Yinshan, nor a luxury car mansion, but a child who grows soaring wings and flies to his own blue sky alone.

Mother is old, and she can't step on the wall. This is the only poem written by Mao Xiaojun, a young migrant worker with only a primary school education. Filial piety comes first. A person without culture and knowledge can have such deep and delicate feelings. I think this is especially true for us knowledgeable college students. We go home two or three times a year now. If we work outside in the future, we will go home less often. Being with parents has become a warm luxury. We need to know how much hardship my father blew away with cigarettes at home; Mother sewed up the loneliness in our lives with her thread.

Note: Now, I no longer like to use many flowery words to build feelings, especially the simplicity and sincerity of my family. It has no exquisite packaging, just like dandelion. I think an ordinary needle and thread gave me extraordinary inspiration.

Love is the purest and warmest in the world. Love is infinite. Love is immortal. Everyone has love, and everyone will grow under the care of love. Family and friendship will also bring us infinite happiness and laughter. There is a lyric: love is a light, so wonderful. Yes, love is a flawless lamp, very beautiful, and it will always light up our future. Let's go ahead and never give up.

Love is also perfect, it gives us great courage and confidence, and makes us full of confidence to be unimpeded on the road of life.

How painful it is for a person to be ignored when he needs others' care, help and love. Even if you have a rich family, a successful career and an angelic face, you don't want to send care to some people who need a little help. What's the point of such a person living? Even if you have wealth, great achievements and beautiful appearance in the world, people will give you different eyes wherever you go. This look is not envy or approval, but jealousy and disgust. Help others without expecting anything in return. Our world needs love. With love, people no longer feel cold and lonely. Common pursuit, common expectation and a world full of love are our ideal world.

Love, hidden in every corner of the world, depends on whether you have found it or not. Everyone needs love, make the world full of love!

Love in the world is eternal, unchangeable and eternal. All amazing actions have the power of love, which is created by love. Without love, nothing. If a person has someone else in his heart, he can always put himself in others' shoes and give love, then he will get inner enrichment, noble personality and love. People who are willing to give their true feelings and love to the society are the happiest people, because happiness always favors those kind people who love life and are willing to pay.

So, love connects us with each other; Love makes the world no longer lonely. Let you and I extend our warm hands, make the world full of love, and make life full of flowers of truth, goodness and beauty.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

The topic of my speech today is: Happiness is accompanied by family ties.

The sun went down, and the setting sun outside the window turned the sky orange. I worked hard at my desk with my head propped up, watching the little sunshine being sucked away. At this time, there was a hesitant and rhythmic sound of chopping meat from time to time in the kitchen, and the fragrance lingered around the room, dragging my memory back to a place called the past. ...

As far as I can remember, my parents left shortly after I started to remember, but I was left behind. My grandparents and I live under the same roof, on the first floor of the gray earthen tile building, where the best memories of my childhood began. ...

I yearn for freedom and am naturally active. When I was a child, I was most looking forward to going to school. When the teacher took us to the school, I craned my neck to look for an old man pushing an old bike in the noisy crowd. She waved to me, and I desperately pushed through the crowd and drilled through the gap. Like a sparrow, she was overwhelmed by sudden strength. Then I took a toy out of my pocket like magic, pinched my little face with those rough hands, put the toy in my hand and put me on the bike. So I shook my head all the way and asked if I was eating well and getting along well with my children. I put my hand around her waist tightly and went home happily. This is my good grandmother. She was full of happiness when she was young.

When I got home, I began to "enjoy" my new toy, but my grandmother didn't rest. She took out some vegetables from the refrigerator, skillfully pinched off the roots, washed them several times in the rushing water and began to chop them up. I've been wondering why she made such great efforts. Maybe sometimes she may be very sad, but she is waiting for grandma to bring out steaming dishes from the kitchen like magic. Inadvertently, I found my grandmother who was busy in the kitchen. With the spatula, I skillfully picked up the seasoning to make the fragrance more fragrant, but I could easily turn the dishes in the iron pot that my hands could not lift ... This little heart determined that my grandmother must be a wizard with magic, which made me respect her ... This awe always accompanied me to high school and my parents took me home when I was in primary school. There are even fewer opportunities to see grandma. I only visit her once in a while when I think about it. Inadvertently glimpsing the menu at grandma's bedside somehow reduced my awe of her. Later, when grandma picked vegetables, she sprained her waist and fell down, making her movements even more clumsy. ...

I don't know how long it took, but one day I dragged myself into the house and smelled the familiar food. The sound of "knocking" stopped my steps ... Hey? ! Grandma is here? ! I couldn't help quietly putting down the key and sneaking to the door to watch her move with difficulty, and her forehead was covered with tight sweat. My rickety body can't find the shadow of the past ... I am choked by soot from time to time, and my heart hurts. Even the shovel in that hand seems to have lost its former dexterity. These things seem to grow old together with the white hair born under her head. ...

This voice is also attached with a kind of magic that makes me practical, and this happiness slowly overflows. I don't know whether the sunshine makes it warm here or the right scene makes it warm here ... Grandma, no matter how I grow up, I'm still the magician. ...

Facing the pressure of entering a higher school, I have to bury my head in studying hard, but I don't know how to read happiness.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

We often say that a person's life is a journey, with different scenery along the way. Different people accompany us through every different time, and the end of the journey will also be the end of our life. Born at the beginning of life, we (20xx) began to find our own direction and hurried forward, unwilling to leave a wonderful scenery. Although a person's life is a one-way street, we are afraid of loneliness. Many people help each other and draw many intersecting roads.

We are looking for the direction of those who walk with us, those short moments that leave a deep impression on our lives. Those people are always gone, and those plots can't be repeated, so we began to chew those pictures and cherish those precious past with affection, friendship and love.

Friends, have you found that everything has a direction in the journey of life? We often worry, often feel annoyed, and often wonder why those things we expect can't find us after running. In fact, that's where we didn't find them. So, where is the affection? Where should we look?

In fact, family ties are behind. It's easy to forget if you don't look back.

When I first opened my eyes, there were only two people in the world, one was my father and the other was my mother. When we were toddlers, they helped us carefully behind our backs; When we run happily, they shout behind us; When we are sad and crying, they gently enlighten us behind our backs; When we ran away, they stared silently behind us. Some people always walk slower and slower, and their love will pile up behind us. We often stare at the distance, but we don't know that the reason why we walked so far is because there were two hands behind us.

In fact, the family is below, and it always feels normal not to look at it.

Black soil can nourish beautiful flowers and produce sweet fruits. And we always focus on the vibrant soil, but never thought of turning over the increasingly barren soil, the criss-crossing ravines, just like the wrinkles in my mother's eyes; Rough yellow sand is like my father's withered hands. In fact, family is always down there. How can you read the story without digging through the thick mud, just like how can you find the traces of the lost years without careful study.

In fact, although family ties are far away, they are not far away. Although it seems to leave, there will always be a wait. Looking back, send a kiss and a blessing to the direction of home, and life will add a color to it.

Thank you all.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

After fifteen years of wind and rain, home will always be the warmest shelter in the world. There, I embraced happiness and felt affection, and there, I walked with happiness and affection.

That happiness is my mother's endless nagging.

The school is not far from home. My mother looked at the snow outside the window and turned around. "Come on, I'll see you off." Snowflakes like goose feathers are blowing on her cheeks, and her hands hold mine tightly, taking every step carefully. "It's really cold today. You must pay attention to wearing clothes at school. The exam is coming soon. Don't get sick. By the way, I brought you pear juice to warm your stomach. Drink more. When it snows, you slip on the ground, so be careful when you walk outside ... "The heavy snow melts in my mother's nagging, and the white air that keeps popping up in front of me is full of happy temperature, which brings me bursts of warmth in the cold winter. That happiness is a woman holding a child's hand tightly in the snow, and there is a deep feeling in her words.

That kind of happiness is that my father stayed with me all night.

The warm yellow light lit up the desk in front of me. I am still struggling for the final exam, accompanying my father who has been working hard. The comprehensive problem in front of me is like a high wall. If I try my best to overcome it, it will only make me sigh. I stretched myself and said to my father, "Dad, you have to go to work tomorrow. Go to sleep first. " I'll sleep later. ""I don't know why I can't sleep today. "He scratched his head." Where is it stuck? Shall I help you clean up? "As he spoke, he picked up the question in my hand and continued," Look at the next question first! " "I nodded with a smile and turned my attention to another topic. Father picked up the pen, as if full of infinite fighting spirit. The clock is ticking, telling the passage of time. "all right." It's like being taken aback. Before I knew it, my father started chatting with great interest, as if he rarely showed a "nostalgic" style. The pen tip strokes on the paper to draw the handwriting containing happiness. That happiness in the warm and bright light, a man tried his best for a child, and the pen tip overflowed with affection.

That affection is the smell of grandma's cooking.

Grandma's wrinkled hands brought a series of delicious dishes. "Eat more to grow up, eat more to become smart ..." Grandma said slowly. Looking at the way I wolfed down, a smile appeared on my face, which pulled up the wrinkles on my grandmother's face, but it was so kind. Sweep the dining table like a breeze, delicious food, the taste of happiness. That happiness is the delicious food cooked by an old man for a child, and the delicious food is filled with the taste of family.

Fifteen years of growth, accompanied by happiness and affection, I am not alone, I want to go on with happiness and affection, and go further and further under this blue sky.