Family speech

A speech can help the speaker express himself better. In today's social life, more and more places need to use speeches. You can refer to the model essay before writing. The following are three family speeches I have compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Dear teachers and students: Hello everyone!

Affection is like a song with bright rhythm and beautiful timbre, dotted with countless flowers on the journey of life.

Warm song

Grandma lives in the countryside and has no air conditioning at home. And I'm particularly afraid of the cold. When I get dressed in the winter morning, the cold air is by my side, so I won't go. As a result, getting up has become my biggest fear. Grandma said, "This can't be done. I will do something. " When I got up the next day, I didn't feel cold. Putting on clothes is not only warm, but also smells of charcoal, which is very kind.

This morning, I woke up early and found my grandmother was not around, so I wanted to find her, but the cold weather made me choose to stay in the quilt. At this time, my grandmother came in gently, and I quickly narrowed my eyes. Grandma came to my side, thinking that I was still dreaming, so she gently moved the charcoal basin in, added some charcoal, inverted something similar to a bamboo basket outside the charcoal basin, arranged the clothes and spread them on it. After all this, she was obviously tired. She sat on the ground and rested for a long time, then shook her fat body and went to work.

Sitting at my desk, I seem to smell charcoal in my clothes again.

Warm songs make me feel warm all the time in my life journey.

Song of joy

Dad was drunk and didn't come home until ten o'clock.

My mother and I helped him to bed, and my father opened his eyes and said seriously, "Comrade Xiao Lu, I thank you, thank you ~ I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow." I was so scared that I waved my hand again and again: "No, no!" What responded to me was the snoring like a pig. ...

The next day, when my father woke up, I told him, "You said yesterday that I had done well and you wanted to reward me." Dad said absently, really? "Say that finish, put his hand into his pocket to reach for it. At this moment, he stopped being clever and said," Are you kidding? Your dad, I'm not that gullible! Hum "say that finish, he narcissistic shook his head, humming away, leaving me in situ sticking out my tongue.

Happy songs make the journey of life unforgettable.

Family ties are innate, primitive and lofty feelings. When I was born, my sweaty mother gave me the most beautiful smile in my life. My strong and brave father shed tears, all because of me, because of the birth of my weak life, what an honor it is. I know my birthday is a sad day for my parents, who gave me life. After that, I thrived under the careful education and gentle care of my parents. From babbling to toddler to becoming an excellent middle school student now, parents don't know how much effort and sweat they have paid during this period! Perhaps, they have been disappointed in me and overwhelmed by my absurd behavior, but more often, I see the encouraging eyes of my parents, their firm confidence in me, and … love. Parents' love is great and selfless, and parents' love is lofty.

Love is only for giving, not for taking, not for forgetting the past, not for asking for kindness. Who can treat you above everything but your parents? Except parents, who won't repay you wholeheartedly? What parents in the world don't love their children? Yes, my parents were our first teachers. They taught us a lot. They taught me how to be a man, how to deal with things, how to meet challenges and how to overcome difficulties ... You gave me a warm heart, a beating pulse and surging blood. Yes, you gave me too much, too much.

In a blink of an eye, I bid farewell to my dear alma mater, took a flying red scarf, stepped into the door of the long-awaited middle school, and began that busy and interesting middle school life. When I was cooking in a long line with empty plates in my hand, I remembered my mother's loving breakfast, sitting with my classmates, chatting gossip and eating snacks in my mouth. When I was tossing and turning in bed, I remembered living in the dormitory with my classmates and telling ghost stories late into the night, and I was also wary of the sudden attack of the teacher in charge of the house, and I remembered the little girl who could laugh for twenty minutes in the dormitory. When I don't do well in the exam, I can't help sweating and crying, but I remember my mother's encouraging eyes, and even my father's angry face and huge slap are especially missed. Time flies, new classmates become good friends and teachers become second parents. I no longer feel lonely and lonely in this foreign land. Here, I have a second warm home, with sixty-two brothers and sisters, teachers, parents and parents. Here, I feel the warmth of family, the warmth of life, the joy of study and the comfort of struggle ... From now on, I will stand side by side with my classmates, teachers, parents and you, hand in hand, and unremittingly lay a solid foundation for my bright future.

Maybe one day, my father's voice is no longer like Hong Zhong's, tall and burly; Mom is no longer clever and clever, but please believe that in the eyes of her daughter, her father is always young and her mother is always beautiful! This is not because of anything else, but because you are my closest relative and my favorite. Is there anything more precious and noble in the world than this innate affection? What life in the world is more desirable than happiness and warmth? I miss the days when I asked for candy at my parents' feet, but my parents, my daughter, I have grown up. Under your protection, I don't have to face the storm again. I will use my faith to overcome difficulties, open up another world and let you enjoy a happy life!

How much effort and sweat have parents, two people who raised and educated us in the process of our growth, and how do we do it now?

In today's composition class, the teacher read us an article called "Letter from Home"-this article mainly wrote a letter from a son who went to college far away from home, but when his parents and sister opened it with joy, only a few short lines were written on a thin piece of paper in the envelope. No greetings about family, no inquiries about parents, not even a warm word. ...

I think, although the son of a college student can't go home for the New Year this year, even if it's just a kind word in that letter from home. Warm blessing is also your filial piety! However, he didn't. This makes me feel wronged for my parents who have unfilial sons! Relatives at home care about him, and the ballpoint pen is cracked and reluctant to change, and the new pen is reluctant to use. What is this for? The love paid by relatives to this indifferent and unfilial son is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

I once read a story in which the son was exactly the same as the son in the letter from home, but he finally corrected it. The story goes like this: a college student was born in a remote village, but his family had no money to send his children to college, so people in the village volunteered to chip in to send their children to college. From then on, his mother would send him enough living expenses, but he squandered it in college. He didn't know it was his mother's money from collecting junk! One day he was playing with his classmates, and one day he was on his way back to school. They saw a group of people around the roadside. They looked around and saw a middle-aged woman lying beside the trash can. The woman with a bottle in her hand was his mother. He is afraid that her classmates will laugh at him. However, from then on, he also understood how hard-won his living expenses were. Finally, he came to his senses. He began to study hard. After unremitting efforts, he finally got a doctorate. On the day of receiving the award, he helped his mother to the scene and knelt down to her, leaving tears of regret. The end of this story is that a filial college student is a hundred times better than the son in the letter from home.

Now, think about us again. We spend a lot of money on weekdays, and we don't understand our parents' hard work, but our parents are busy with ................................................................................................................................... for us. This problem deserves our deep consideration.

Parents water our young hearts with selfless love. Should we also repay this selfless love with actions? I think this is necessary!

Alas, the poor bear the wind.