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莫言获得诺贝尔文学奖演讲发言稿：《讲故事的人》(中英文)
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MoYan
Nobel Lecture
7 December, 2012
Storytellers
Distinguished members of the Swedish Academy, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Through the mediums of television and the Internet, I imagine that everyone here has at least a nodding acquaintance with far-off Northeast Gaomi Township. You may have seen my ninety-year-old father, as well as my brothers, my sister, my wife and my daughter, even my granddaughter, now a year and four months old. But the person who is most on my mind at this moment, my mother, is someone you will never see. Many people have shared in the honor of winning this prize, everyone but her.
My mother was born in 1922 and died in 1994. We buried her in a peach orchard east of the village. Last year we were forced to move her grave farther away from the village in order to make room for a proposed rail line. When we dug up the grave, we saw that the coffin had rotted away and that her body had merged with the damp earth around it. So we dug up some of that soil, a symbolic act, and took it to the new gravesite. That was when I grasped the knowledge that my mother had become part of the earth, and that when I spoke to mother earth, I was really speaking to my mother.
I was my mother‟s youngest child.
My earliest memory was of taking our only vacuum bottle to the public canteen for drinking water. Weakened by hunger, I dropped the bottle and broke it. Scared witless, I hid all that day in a haystack. Toward evening, I heard my mother calling my childhood name, so I crawled out of my hiding place, prepared to receive a beating or a scolding. But Mother didn‟t hit me, didn‟t even scold me. She just rubbed my head and heaved a sigh.
My most painful memory involved going out in the collective‟s field with
致远讲故事(中英文)
不要撒谎 ,"Don't lie "!
我的名字叫致远,My name is Jiazhiyuan是五年级五班的学生I'm a student of class five , grade five .我讲的故事是:不要撒谎.My story is :"Don't lie "!
在一个遥远的国家,In a distant country , 有一个小男孩.there was a little boy.他照看羊群. He looked after sheep. 但是他很无聊.But the boy was very bored .
一天,One day, 他跑到村子里,he ran to the village, 大声喊:he shouted : "狼来了,狼来了,快来救命啊!"" wolf , wolf, come and help! " 人们跑到山上,The people ran to the hill,但是没有狼.but there was no wolf. 人们回家了. The people went home. 第二天,The next day, 男孩又开始无聊.the boy was bored again. .他又跑到村子里,He ran to the village again, 并且叫到:狼,狼.救命!and shouted : wolf, wolf. Help! 人们跑到田地里,.The people ran to the field,但是没有狼. but there was no wolf (.) 人们回到家,The people went home,非常生气.. They were very angry.
一会儿,狼真的来了.Then, the wolf really came.他想吃掉羊. It wanted to eat the sheep. 男孩又跑到村子里,The boy ran to the village , 但是人们不去帮他.but the people did not go to help him . 他们说:不要撒谎.They said: Don't tell lies .
狼把羊都吃了,The wolf ate all the sheep,男孩很伤心 the boy was very sad (.这个古老的故事告诉我们This old story tells us : 要诚实,不要撒谎 "Honest, don't lie !"
我的故事讲完了,谢谢大家!
My story finishing, thank you very much!
朋友,你千万不要做一个爱撒谎的孩子,要做一个诚实的人
Friend, you must not make one like child that lie , should it make first honest people to take
讲故事一等奖演讲稿_抗日小英雄王二小
“抗日小英雄王二小”演讲稿
生祠中心小学六（1）班 臧欣越
敬爱的老师，亲爱的同学们，大家好！
我是六年级一班的臧欣越，我今天演讲的题目是《抗日小英雄王二小》。 “牛儿还在山坡吃草，放牛的却不知哪儿去了„„”这一首《歌唱二小放牛郎》传唱了许多年，优美的旋律和动人的故事影响了一代代人，抗日小英雄王二小用他年幼的生命，谱写了一曲不朽的抗日凯歌。
王二小，又名王朴，1929年生于河北省涞源县上庄村。抗日战争时期，王二小的家乡是八路军抗日根据地，经常受到日本鬼子的“扫荡”。王二小是儿童团团员，他常常在山坡上一边放牛，一边给八路军放哨。
1942年9月16日早上，鬼子扫荡来了，二小眼看着鬼子向乡亲们转移的方向走去，心里非常着急，为了掩护几千名老乡和干部，他不顾自己的生命危险，唱着放牛歌勇敢的向鬼子走去。迷失了方向，昏头转向的鬼子拿着刺刀，一把抓住二小，要他带路。二小心里很镇定，却装出很害怕的样子，“听话”地说：“行，行，我给你们带路。”
于是，二小牵着一头壮牛，走在鬼子的前面，将他们带到八路军埋伏的山沟，二小机灵地从沟边往山上跑。四下里立刻乒乒乓乓响起了枪炮声，鬼子这才知道受了骗，那小队长气急败坏，提起大枪追上二小，把那尖尖地刺刀一下子扎进二小瘦小的身体，挑在枪尖，狠狠地摔在了大石头上。二小的鲜血染红每一片树叶和绿草，染红了蓝蓝的天。他含着微笑，安详地闭上了双眼，永远睡在了冰冷的山间。二小的大壮牛像是要报仇，埋头直冲，用尖角挑死了鬼子小队长。
秋风吹遍了每个村庄，把这动人的故事传扬，每个老乡都含着眼泪，歌唱着二小放牛郎。
我的演讲完了，谢谢大家。
