大学生励志英语演讲三分钟（精选3篇）
老师们，同学们：
早上好!
我今天演讲的题目是《珍惜时间》。这个世界上无尽的是时间;这个世界上不能复制的是时间;这个世界上公平的也是时间。
时间是看不见摸不着的。如果我们不紧紧抓住它，它就会悄悄地从我们的手指间溜走。可能有的同学会说我从来没有浪费过时间，但是为什么感觉时间还是那么少?我甚至不能完成作业。没错!时间累积一分一秒。其实你每次不小心做作业，效率都比较慢，别人已经把那多余的时间花在做其他事情比如读书上了。别人会在其他方面超越你。久而久之，就会形成一个缺口。这个时候如果不抓住时间和时间赛跑，就会和别人形成非常大的差距。
的确，时间对每个人来说都是无价的，“时间就是金钱”。“浪费时间就是浪费生命”，这已经成为公认的信条。人可以双手创造物质财富，但光靠时间是无法创造的。创造物质财富或精神财富需要一定的时间。从这个意义上说，生命和财富都是借用时间的。
有人说：时钟上的时间，只有两个字：‘现在’。珍惜现在的人就有未来。时间是不能创造的，只有去争取。用‘分钟’计算时间的人比用‘小时’计算时间的人多59倍。因为珍惜时间的老人的无私和慷慨是珍惜时间的富人所获得的回报，在人生的道路上善用每一分钟去学习和创造是成功的保证。
时间是最平凡最宝贵的。钱买不到，地位留不住。"时间是构成一个人生活的物质."每个人的生命都是有限的，转瞬即逝的。然而，时间是宝贵的。虽然它限制了人们的生活，但人们可以在有限的生活中充分利用它。鲁迅先生说过，时间是每天24小时，但一天给勤劳的人带来智慧和力量，留给懒惰的人的只有遗憾。我觉得这句话生动地写了成功的人珍惜每一分钟，成就辉煌，而失败的人只是混日子，消磨时间，因为他们抱着“出家天天敲钟”的想法。在他们眼里，时间是漫长的，没有意义的，但是当他们回头看的时候，却发现时间就像流水一样，一去不复返了，才发现时间的价值，可以用“年轻不努力，老板伤心”来形容
古往今来，很多人后悔时光飞逝，于是感叹说：“光阴似箭，使人苍老，日月如梭。”的确，时间的速度真的很难估计，难以形容。树死了，还有重新变绿的机会;花没了，还有再开的时候;燕子去了，有回来的时候;但是人的生命结束了，有限的时间用光了，就没有复活和得救的机会了。就像“花儿再开，谁也不能再长大”。时间只是一步一步走，一去不复返。这告诉我们不要丢掉宝贵的光和阴虚，要珍惜时间，爱护生命，利用好每一分钟，不要浪费。
大家晚上好!
我演讲的主题是“理想，信念，追求”。
作为一名大学生，拥有一个远大的理想和崇高的信念是非常重要的，对你以后的学习求职都有莫大的帮助。信念是你所坚持的东西，理想是你要达成的目的，而追求是过程。
守护理想，坚定信念，执着追求，这正是我们所要达到的。
理想是一个神圣的词汇，它曾给多少青春注入了激情，让多少生命活得更加精彩。它就象大海中一个明亮的航标，给我们指引着正确的方向，让我们的事业乘风破浪，永远朝着正确的方向——前进。列夫。托尔斯泰也曾说：“理想是指路明灯，没有理想就没有坚定的方向，而没有方向就没有美好的生活”。所以人应该从小有理想，有宏志。
人有了理想就如鸟有了翅膀。古往今来，因为有远大理想并为理想奋斗终身的人数不胜数，他们取得了辉煌的业绩。我们敬爱的周总理，他读书时的那一句“为中华崛起而读书”曾让许多人惊叹。他的远大理想让他从莘莘学子中脱颖而出，也让他的人生从此与众不同。伟人之所以成为伟人，是因为他们从小有理想、有抱负，并付出所有的努力来实现它。蒲松龄也说过“有志者，事竟成，破釜沉舟，百二秦关终属楚;苦心人，天不负，卧薪尝胆，三千越甲可吞吴”，他的这副自勉联激励了许多有志之士。
当然，漫漫人生中光有理想是远远不够的，除了远大的理想外，我们还要有坚定的信念，信念是人生的支柱，是沙漠中的绿洲，是航海时的灯塔。若一个人没有信念，他就不会有梦想，就不会有奋斗的动力。有一种植物叫蒲公英，我很喜欢。蒲公英虽然是世间最平凡无奇的植物，却有着最令人称奇的梦想。而且他善于坚守自己的梦想。它从不满足于呆在偏僻的角落，最喜欢到外面的世界去闯荡。也让我们做一株坚守梦想的蒲公英吧，在蓝天下带着自己的梦想随风飘扬，寻找那片能够实现梦想的沃土。
有了远大的理想和坚定的信念后，我们还要付出所有的努力来实现我们的理想，执着的去追求。先不去想是否能够成功，既然选择了远方，便只顾风雨兼程!我们都知道努力了不一定会成功，但是不努力一定会失败。退一步讲，努力了即使失败，我们也问心无愧，无怨无悔!
最后，我想说的是：只有启程，才会到达理想和目的地;只有拼搏，才会获得辉煌的成功;只有播种，才会有收获;只有追求，才会品味堂堂正正的人生。就让我们树立理想紧握信念，迈向未来。
我的演讲完毕。谢谢大家。
Compared with the forty year old shabby dormitory I am living in now, theone I lived in for three years in high school was heaven: three students sharedone brand new suite with air conditioners and a bathroom.
In three years time we changed it color of the floor turned from brightpink into muddy gray, and the closet a hive of insects proliferating among pilesof rotten fruit.And our masterpiece was the bathroom, a never drying swamp whichserved as the habitat of various kinds of mold, and even rodents, rats wouldoccasionally take the trouble to pay us a visit, and.., all three of us feltlike sobbing when we at last had to say good bye to our lovely filthy dormitory.Maybe it is because that the dormitory had changed us as well as we'd changedit.
The first lesson our dormitory taught us was to look after ourselves.Frankly speaking, we were not good students at all. I still remember theunderwear that was soaked in soapy water for one and a half years before it wasfinally thrown away. Almost each of the boys' dormitories had graduallydeveloped its own unique "fragrance" usually a mixture of rotten fruit, unwashedsocks, stunk towels and some junk food. We could tell one dormitory from anotherby sniffing instead of looking. Our tolerance towards untidiness wasamazing.
However, in spite of all this, we really did make some progress. Bit bybit, we started to wash dirty clothes before they stunk, cleaned the garbage binwhen it could hold no more trash, we even used brushes in a not-sc-successfulattempt to refurbish the floor. The point was that we were not obeying anyorder, we did every bit of the cleaning for ourselves, because we wanted to livein a better place. Though nothing we did could be called an achievement, it wasthe first time we fully bore the consequences of our behavior, and took theresponsibility.
Thus it was not surprising that I often found myself the only one to cleanup my university dormitory which looked no better than a garbage bin when myroommates felt normal of it.
When talking about our dormitory life, and probably all the dormitory life,we should never leave out one thing. This was what we called "bed talks". Thoughit was considered "illegal,"there was nothing to stop us from deliberatelystarting a heated discussion right after lights were out. It was our favoriteand the only way of ending our day, and we were as punctual for it as ourparents are for work. What was the most common topic?Girls, of course! Whatother topics were there for three energetic adolescent males lying comfortablyin bed? We judged them,ranked them, argued over them night after night withoutfeeling the slightest sense of boredom for three whole years. Were we
maniacs? Who is not a maniac at eighteen?