我心中的英雄演讲稿

　　Dear teachers and students Looking up at the sky in summer night, the stars are particularly bright. The old man said: This is the concentration of human righteousness and heroic soul. The heroic epic of the world is just like the starry River, which is vast and has a long history. When the sun rises and sets and the stars change, imagine where the hero belongs? When the vicissitudes of the universe, the moment of the universe, who is the master of ups and downs? When the grass grows and the Orioles fly, the moment when the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, the outbreak of power makes people sigh: how vast is the vitality! It is this feeling, and it is also our feeling for heroes. Although it sprouts in our hearts, we are moved. The overlord of the Western Chu Dynasty was a hero who pulled the mountain out of the world; Jing Ke stabs Qin. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. He is a hero; Huo Qubing, the Xiongnu is still alive. He is a hero because of his family; Xin Qiji was drunk and looked at the sword with a lantern. He dreamt that he was a hero. Not to mention Yue Fei's eight thousand mile journey of clouds and the moon, Lin Zexu's' Gou Li national life and death; Don't mention Mao 's picturesque mountains and rivers, the sun like blood, and Zhou Enlai's Dajiang song; Mention Zhang Haidi, who is self-improvement, positive and optimistic, and Yang Liwei, who is not afraid of sacrifice and travels in space; Mention the people's soldiers who fight floods and rescue; Mention the power workers who bravely fought the snow disaster; They are all recognized heroes. But in my heart, there is a kind of hero. His image is not so tall, but very down-to-earth; His deeds are not widely known, but he works tirelessly; His name will not be handed down through the ages, but it moved me the most. She's mom. Whenever I have difficulties, there is always a familiar figure of my mother around me. She said to me, "child, don't be afraid, there is my mother." So, holding my mother's hand, I went through nine years of trials and hardships. She is a teacher. Whenever I have something I don't understand, there is always a teacher's voice in my ear. She said to me, "think more, think more, read more, and there is a teacher." So, with the teacher's chalk, I grew from an ignorant child to a handsome young man. He is a cleaner. Every morning, when I walk across the spotless Road, I know that their selfless dedication has made this blue sea and blue sky. He is also a person who sends a lost child home, a person who sincerely comforts the sad, a person who saves the wounded, no matter how insignificant what he does As long as he can bring us happiness and touch, he is my hero! So, my hero No great contribution is needed; You don't need to throw your head and shed blood. As long as you can have a kind and helpful heart, it's enough!! Therefore, no matter how ordinary, as long as you are willing, you, me, him and all of us can become heroes!