Red story speech

A speech should be substantial, clear and focused. In the era of continuous progress, speech plays an increasingly important role among us. How to write an appropriate speech? The following is my speech about the red story for everyone. Welcome to read the collection.

Speech on the Red Story 1 Leaders, teachers and students:

Hello everyone! The topic of my speech today is Happy Boys in the Red Soviet Area. We grew up in the red land of Gannan, and we heard some stories about the Red Revolution from our parents when we were young.

Under the influence of my parents, I have a special feeling for this red land.

I am very happy to thrive in this land with a long history and splendid culture. On the road of my growth, the spirit of the Soviet area will accompany me to overcome difficulties and forge ahead.

When I was very young, I often snuggled in my mother's arms and listened to her stories about the Soviet area. The plot of some stories is still looming in my mind at the moment. For example, since the Great Revolution, young and middle-aged men in southern Jiangxi have gone to the revolution, leaving their newly married wives and white-haired parents. What a difficult process the revolution is. For the independence of the country and the liberation of the nation, the people turned over and became masters of the country, and a large number of young people took up guns, regardless of their wives' waiting and parents' expectations.

Resolutely embark on the revolutionary road. The sons and daughters of Gannan who took part in the revolution were brave and good at fighting, and fought against the reactionaries with ingenuity.

Have you ever heard of Send the Red Army Ten Times? "As soon as the Red Army is sent down the mountain, the autumn wind and drizzle are lingering." This song is the embodiment of the scene when the people of Gannan sent the Red Army to war.

Speaking of it, it not only reminds me of that turbulent era, but also makes my heart feel like fighting with revolutionary heroes on the battlefield and guerrillas in the streets and lanes. The place where we go to school or go out to play may be the place where revolutionary heroes went out to fight. Growing up in such a red land, I shoulder the mission and responsibility. The road under our feet was bought by the revolutionary predecessors with their lives, and we must not live up to their expectations!

I once visited Ganzhou Museum during my holiday. The large-scale exhibition in the museum vividly reproduces the glorious course of the Soviet Union and the great achievements of the martyrs. When I walked into the portrait of a martyr step by step along the road of "stepping on the blood of a martyr", I felt patriotic. In the past, we learned about the history of Gannan from books and other people's stories. After entering the museum, we looked at the real revolutionary relics and relived that history again. Stepping on the blood of martyrs, I have an excited mood. The land under our feet is covered with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. We should cherish this great moment and live up to the struggle and struggle of our revolutionary predecessors.

Ganzhou is developing rapidly at present. After the State Council issued "Several Opinions", the development of Gannan will be faster. Through the museum describing vicissitudes of life, I seem to see that the red Soviet area in the past and the red Soviet area at the moment complement each other. On the martyr's loyal soul, a tungsten world is rising, the hometown of navel orange is rising, and the martyr's loyal soul also shows a gratified smile.

For us teenagers, growing up in the Soviet area means sticking to a responsibility, and the pace of inheriting the spirit of the Soviet area needs us to continue. At this moment, we are the flowers of the motherland in the future. We should grow up healthily and happily, carry forward the red spirit of the Soviet area and be a happy teenager.

Let's cherish our homeland, study hard, grow up happily, and work hard to revitalize the Soviet area in southern Jiangxi! Thank you very much

Speech on the Red Story 2 Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone! I'm in class.

The great Red Army has successfully marched for X years, and countless stories of the Long March have always touched our hearts. Living in 2 1 century, we can't forget the Long March and the bloody sacrifice of Qian Qian-without their struggle and dedication, can we have today?

To commemorate the X anniversary of the victory of the Red Army's Long March, I told my classmates the story of a little girl on the Long March. Red smiles send us light changed its name to Wang Xinlan after joining the Red Army in the Long March. She is the youngest female Red Army in the Long March of the Red Army, so I respectfully call her the little red girl in the Long March. She was only nine years old when she joined the Red Army. From the age of 65,438+00 to 65,438+02, she ran to participate in the Long March, because she was one step younger than others, and she had to run two or three steps to keep up with the team.

1On the evening of March 30th, 935, Wang Xinlan, who was dissatisfied with 1 1 year old, boarded a wooden boat, crossed the Jialing River and started the Long March with the help of the big brothers and sisters of the propaganda team. Wang Xinlan followed the team all the way to the west, walking for a day and a night, walking endlessly. At that time, she didn't know where to go. All she knows is that she has to follow the team. She can't fall behind or die.

Wang Xinlan is on the propaganda team. They carry allegro, flutes, drums and other musical instruments and sell them while walking. The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. A dozen soldiers connected their arms with ropes. When one person falls, others pull up together. They walked with difficulty while promoting encouragement. At the beginning of the war, the team members went to rescue the wounded and carry stretchers. Wang Xinlan people can't lift the stretcher, so they go with the slightly injured.

Wang Xinlan can not only play Allegro and sing, but also tell jokes. She laughs wherever she goes. But after half a month, I couldn't hear her laughter. She had a bad cold.

One morning, Wang Xinlan, who was getting weaker and weaker, staggered forward on crutches and gritted his teeth. The big brothers and sisters of the propaganda team asked her if she wanted to have a rest, and she shook her head. After walking 10 miles, she fell to the ground in front of her eyes. Everyone tied a stretcher with branches and carried her away. The taste of lying on a stretcher is very uncomfortable. The comrades carrying the stretcher are all skinny and difficult to walk. A few days later, Wang Xinlan couldn't even eat, his hair and eyebrows fell off, his teeth clenched and he was unconscious. Chef Lao Xie touched her forehead with food, opened her eyelids and said with a heavy voice, "I'm afraid this baby can't." Sister Peng Daohua chewed rice with a glimmer of hope and opened her mouth to feed it to her. Some comrades saw this situation and suggested giving money to 30 yuan, a local fellow villager, to let her stay. Hong Xuezhi, director of the political department of Gongsijun, knew that he would come to the propaganda team in person and said, "We can't leave her. This child can sing and dance, but no matter how difficult it is, we will take her with us. "

Wang Xinlan was lying on a stretcher, and her heart ached. She repeatedly asked to leave her. Comrades all said, "That won't do. When you are ready, I will watch you dance and listen to you sing. " A miracle happened. Comrades carried Wang Xinlan for a month, and she began to eat. Her face was much better and she could sit up. Death passed by Wang Xinlan, and she recovered. The troops came to the foot of the snowy mountain. Xu, the commander of the army, personally came to the propaganda team to tell everyone about the precautions of the Snow Mountain. Before leaving, the commander jokingly said to Wang Xinlan, "Can you climb such a high mountain?" Wang Xinlan said confidently, "Climb over." Xu Changjun went on to say, "It's very cold on the mountain. Don't cry, tears will turn into popsicles on your face. " Wang Xinlan said, "Who is crying?"

At three o'clock that night, the captain called several girls in Wang Xinlan and said it was time to go up the mountain. The large troops set out at five o'clock, and the propaganda team went up the mountain early to prepare for propaganda and set up a shed. Everyone gave a cloth to wrap their feet and drank a bowl of Chili water. The captain said it was cold in the mountains and asked everyone to put on everything they could.

Come to the foot of the mountain, cool. Climbing the snow-capped mountains is sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, sometimes rainy and sometimes snowy. It's no use putting on everything. The snow-capped mountains are freezing, and the propaganda team members have just set up a propaganda shed in the cold wind and snow when the big troops began to arrive one after another.

Wang Xinlan played a small bamboo board and told the Red Army team over and over again the familiar jingle on her back. Comrades trudged through the tuyere in a hurry. Don't rest, don't stay, and ask "three noes" to keep in mind. Don't sit on the ground when you are tired, and you can't drink the water in the pit. No fighting, no striding, no mutual help, no walking. Han, a hero of the Red Army, is sure to conquer the snow-capped mountains.

Chen Xilian, political commissar of the 11th Division, came up with the team. He lovingly touched Wang Xinlan's red face and said, "The troops are almost finished, and it's windy here." The leader of the propaganda team decided to let the younger players go up the mountain first, and then stick to it for a while. Wang Xinlan still wants to insist, but he must obey orders. When she reached the top of the snowy mountain, she looked down and saw that the Red Army team had no head in front and no tail in the back, like a long dragon cutting the vast snowy mountain in half, which was very spectacular. Wang Xinlan started allegro again. When the procession was almost over, he slipped down the mountain in an "ice plane". The Long March of the Red Army is a miracle of the world.

10 Wang Xinlan is a miracle of life. We should commemorate the Long March and learn from the red lights on the Long March. Wang Xinlan pays tribute to the ancestors of Qian Qian's 10,000 Red Army!

Speech on Red Story 3 Teacher: Hello, everyone!

I'm Wang of Class Two, Grade Four. The topic of my speech is "herding cattle in the second small class".

"Cattle are still grazing on the mountain, but the herdsmen don't know where to go ..." Listening to this beautiful and familiar song, you must remember the touching story of Wang Erxiao, the little hero of the Anti-Japanese War, but do you know where he is from? Let me solve this mystery!

Wang Erxiao, the second child in his family, is from Longgou Village, Nangun, Zhaibei Township, Pingshan County, Hebei Province. Everyone in the village calls him Wang Erxiao. The second primary school was herding cattle on a big hillside, and more than 300 Japanese troops attacked Nangun Longgou. When the Japanese army violently forced the second primary school to lead the way and grabbed the Eighth Route Army with a knife, the second primary school was very clear about "gold". He tactfully led the demons around the Mishima Trench from 9 am to 3 pm. At the top of Erdaoquan Mountain, he suddenly hugged a devil and struggled with him, trying to jump off the cliff with him, only to be stabbed in the chest from behind by another devil with a bayonet. At this time, the newspaper troops lying in ambush at the top of the mountain attacked and wiped out the enemy in one fell swoop.

Reporter Fang Bing interviewed this matter, and combined with other stories he usually interviewed, the song "Singing Two Little Cowboys" co-authored with composer Fu Jie was published in the New Year's Day Supplement of Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Daily 1942. Since then, Wang Erxiao's story has been compiled into primary school textbooks, and the second primary school has become a hero in the eyes of thousands of children in Qian Qian.

On this day, we sang "Sing Two Little Cowboys" to relive that historical story. While remembering the little hero of the Anti-Japanese War, we should not forget the national humiliation, strive for self-improvement, learn the skills, serve the motherland in the future, revitalize China and prevent history from repeating itself.

My speech is over, thank you!

Speech on the Red Story The Himalayas 4,000 miles away are silent, and the mountains are quietly watching the highest peak-Mount Everest. On Mount Qomolangma, the loneliness and silence thousands of years ago, the wind that once roared past, the unpredictable dangerous peaks and canyons, the distant fairy mountains and lakes, the desolate and barren land, the long-burning snow and ice ... are quiet and ridiculous. Everything there is speechless, I can't smell it!

Looking back at pitching, history always reminds us that on May 9, 2008, a red team marched in the same Tibet and the same Mount Everest. Mount Qomolangma has lost its former silence and is ready to move because of this team. Are you also shaking for these challengers? Their cheeks are covered with heavy mountaineering clothes, showing only a pair of firm eyes. They have only one purpose: to climb the peak bravely with the torch. /kloc-at 9 o'clock in 0/7, the red Xiangyun lit the Olympic flame and reached the peak of the world at this moment. 43 meters, from the first torchbearer Kiki to the last Tsering Wangmo, mankind finally achieved the greatest climb, and China finally completed the most glorious mission. The red giant tower, auspicious clouds, kindling, five-star red flag and the Olympic emblem are set up on Mount Everest, leaning between the white snow and the blue sky, and the fascinating picture is shocking and silent.

At this moment, there is only one voice: China's voice; At this moment, there is only one expression: tears flashing. No matter under the peak, near and far away, everyone in China lit a heartfelt voice: I love China. Why do mountaineers climb Mount Everest regardless of difficulties and obstacles? Because they love the land under their feet. Why did the correspondent insist on the interview despite fatigue and altitude sickness? Because they love the land under their feet. Why do technicians work hard, do their best and take great pains? Because they love the land under their feet. Why is everyone in tears when dealing with this feat? Because we love the depth of the land.

The success of the torch in climbing Mount Everest is based on the efforts of thousands of dedicated staff in Qian Qian. They are like a drop of water, melting in the sea of the motherland, magnificent. The same is true on campus. We belong to a campus, which is an indispensable element. Our campus is a red campus. Early in the morning, when we walked into the campus, unique warm red words were swimming on the eye-catching screen, which made us fully cope with the brand-new day. The reddish brown color in the lobby of the office building reminds us that we should study calmly and seriously and handle all kinds of tasks with caution. On the physical education class, we stepped into the red runway, sweated heartily, and were full of vitality. In our spare time, when we are walking in the campus, the red wild rose on the veranda spits fragrance, which can adjust our nervous thinking and dye our hearts red. The vibrant red school badge, the responsible red student card and the flying red "flying" in the garden all show the infinite vitality of No.19 Middle School. The campus is full of vigor and enthusiasm, infecting everyone. In this red May, our campus is more beautiful than words.

Patriotism is great, and love for school is the foundation. We may not have the righteous act of "national disaster, sudden death", but we can work hard to make progress and win glory for our school; We may not have the heroic spirit of "I dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice", but we can abide by the school discipline and build a responsibility in our hearts; We may not have the feeling of "taking a long breath to hide our tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives" to save the world, but we can help others, cooperate with our classmates in competition and make progress in cooperation.

Campus is our dream factory in the sun, a typhoon shelter in rainy days, and a pure land where our expectations and ideals sway. There is our rise in flowers and our loss in birds' singing. Every grass and tree there watched and witnessed our growth. I used to walk there for three Mays, and every time I watched the red and love in May pervade the whole world. Love, love our motherland, love our campus, let the song of love play in this red May.

Thank you all

Speech on the Red Story 5 Dear leaders, dear students:

Good afternoon, everyone. My name is XX, and I come from XX College. It is a great honor to be here today to discuss "Red Fashion in My Heart" with you.

Facing the happy and stable life and the bright five-star red flag, I can't help but think of the warmth of the red memory where blood is thicker than fire.

Frozen snow-capped mountains leave footprints and tears of ancestors; The desolate grassland left the bodies and blood of our ancestors; Crossing the Jinsha River, flying over the Luding Bridge and crossing the snowy mountains are all saturated with the wisdom, courage and tenacity of our ancestors ... Exhausting all the words, we can't express the strongest, saddest and most touching memories of Jiangxue.

Different times determine our different ambitions and missions. Although we don't need blood and body to accomplish our mission, we all have a common goal: to keep moving forward for the future. On the journey forward, the fearless spirit of "Marco is hungry for food and the river is thirsty for blood" in bloody memory; The phrase "The steeds hiss to the chivalrous, and Hong Fei is sad and easy to fight in the battlefield" is fearless; The tragic and touching feeling of "full of blood and lamenting the ghosts of the ages" always inspires us to move forward, move forward and move forward.

We are the elites of society and the pillars of the motherland. The pride of the times.

Don't feel young, and don't doubt your ability. What we have to consider is what we will do and what we can do. Then try your best to finish it.

As middle school students, we should also have the attitude of "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world". Shoulder the heavy responsibility entrusted by the state. 265,438+0 century is an era of personal growth. We are all grass, but I believe that as long as we grass have the belief of praising our parents day by day, the perseverance of reclamation and the perseverance of digging deep mountains, we will have a better tomorrow.

We are ordinary, but we are not ordinary. Let's take that bloody memory, follow the footsteps of our ancestors and embark on our own arduous journey!

Speech on the Red Story Six teachers:

Hello everyone!

I'm Wang of Class Two, Grade Four. The topic of my speech is "herding cattle in the second small class".

"Cattle are still grazing in the mountains, but the herdsmen don't know where to go ..." Listening to this beautiful and familiar song, you will definitely think of the touching story of Wang Erxiao, a little hero of the Anti-Japanese War, but do you know where he is from?

Let me solve this mystery!

Wang Erxiao is a native of Longgou Village, Nangunbei Township, Pingshan County, Hebei Province. He is the second child in the family, and everyone in the village calls him Wang Erxiao.

1941September 16, the second primary school was herding cattle on a big hillside, and more than 300 Japanese troops attacked Gunlonggou in the south. When I violently forced Erxiao to lead the way with a knife that day, Erxiao knew very well that the staff and soldiers of Jinchaji Daily were hiding in the surrounding mountains.

He tactfully led the demons around the Mishima Trench from 9 am to 3 pm.

At the top of Erdaoquan Mountain, he suddenly hugged a devil and struggled with him, trying to jump off the cliff with him, only to be stabbed in the chest from behind by another devil with a bayonet. At this time, the newspaper troops lying in ambush at the top of the mountain attacked and wiped out the enemy in one fell swoop.

Reporter Fang Bing interviewed this matter, and combined with other stories he usually interviewed, the song "Singing Two Little Cowboys" co-authored with composer Fu Jie was published in the New Year's Day Supplement of Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Daily 1942.

Later, Wang Erxiao's story was incorporated into primary school textbooks, and the second primary school became the hero of thousands of children in Qian Qian.

Today we sing "Sing Two Little Cowboys" to relive that historical story. While remembering the little hero of the Anti-Japanese War, we should not forget the national humiliation, strive for self-improvement, learn the skills, serve the motherland in the future, revitalize China and prevent history from repeating itself.

My speech is over,

thank you