毕业，就像一个大大的句号，从此，我们告别了一段纯真的青春，一段年少轻狂的岁月，一个充满幻想的时代……
毕业前的这些日子，时间过的好像流沙，看起来漫长，却无时无刻不在逝去;想挽留，一伸手，有限的时光却在指间悄然溜走，毕业答辩，散伙席筵，举手话别，各奔东西……
一切似乎都预想的到，一切又走的太过无奈。每一天，我们都会有意无意地再逛逛校园，看一看它今天的样子，想一想四年前它如何迎来稚气未脱的我们。走了四年，似乎又走回到了起点。突然觉得，四年的同窗、身边的朋友，比想象中要和善、可爱得多!星光下的夜晚，每一个都温柔如风。图书馆的门还开着么，考研时历战过几个月的那间自习室，不知还有多少人再那里继续追寻着自己的梦想，一直对那段埋头苦读的日子心存感激，不论结果如何，它让我收获了很多……
一幕幕的场景就像一张张绚烂的剪贴画，串连成一部即将谢幕的电影，播放着我们的快乐和忧伤，记录着我们的青春和过往，也见证着我们的友谊。
大一的时候，觉得生活是橙色的。太多新生活扑面而来，新鲜而灿烂，热情而紧张。橙色的记忆里，有第一次见到知名教授的激动，第一次加入社团的好奇，第一次考试的紧张……
大二的时候，生活是绿色的，青春拔节生长，旺盛得像正在生长的树，梦想也一点点接近现实。跟老师讨论问题时，看见他脸上满意的微笑;跟老外对话时，给自己打了个满意的分数;开始熟悉校园里任何一处美食，也常常上网聊天呆到很晚……
大三的时候，生活变成蓝色。我们冷静了下来，明白自己离未来究竟有多远，并要为此做出选择：出国，考研，还是工作。所有与这个决定相关联的一切都可能会变化，大四的生活，像有一层薄薄的灰色。在各种选择里彷徨，每一个人都忙忙碌碌，一切仿佛一首没写完的诗，匆匆开始就要匆匆告别。但那灰色里，却有记忆闪闪发亮。那些彩色的岁月，凝成水晶，在忙碌的日子里，它们是我们的资本，也是我们的慰藉。再见了，我亲爱的母校。我终于要走了，但你把花的形象留了下来，你把花的芬芳留了下来，你把我们共同浇灌的希望也留了下来。
今后只要我想起你——我的*学院，你的岁月就会永远地鲜艳，永远地芳菲，永远辉煌灿烂!
尊敬的领导、老师、同学们：
早上好!
今天很荣幸能在这里代表20____届毕业生向培育我们四年的母校表示最诚挚的感谢!
过了今天，我们的大学生活将划上一个圆满的句号，我们将告别朝夕相处的同学，告别循循善诱的老师，告别美丽如画的校园，踏上人生新的征程。
四年前，我们满怀梦想，背负期望，聚首____。四年后的今天，我们又将怀着对美好大学生活和母校的留恋，奔赴各地开创属于自己崭新的明天。四年的时光，听起来似乎那么漫长，而当我们今天面对毕业典礼时，又觉得它是那么短暂。
回首往事，感慨万千。有人说，丰富多彩的大学校园是一个熔炉，燃烧出每个人与众不同的精彩人生。我们经历大一的纯真年代，走过大二的轻舞飞扬，告别大三的紧张与忙碌，来到今日大四的依依别离。大学四年，作为入驻____校区的第一届学生，我们见证了____校区翻天覆地的变化;大学四年，各级团组织、学生会、社团里留下了我们忙碌的身影;大学四年，我们曾为考试、过级、考证紧张过、奋斗过;大学四年，我们在书本知识与实践中不断完善自我;大学四年，无论是学校的篮球场、小路旁，还是教室、宿舍、食堂都曾有过我们的欢笑与泪水。这既漫长又短暂的大学时光已化做无形的胶片，将永远珍藏在我们的脑海中。
从今以后，我们将踏上人生的另一段征程。我们当中有人读研，有人工作，有人创业，有人等待，但我们永远不会舍弃在______学院学到的点点滴滴。我们不会忘了在迷茫彷徨时老师的悉心指点，不会忘了伤心难过时同学的真切问候。我们不会忘了____学院，因为这里有我们最为灿烂的青春，更因为这段华美的青春乐章中融入了老师们无私的爱和同学们真挚的情。
面对母校，我们要献上一颗颗感恩的心。感谢母校领导和老师四年来对我们的关心和教育，是你们的谆谆教诲，让我们的大学四年没有虚度;是你们的辛劳，让我们拥有今天的成绩;你们的鼓励，将让我们在社会的风浪中勇敢前行。请母校放心，我们决不辜负您的培养，我们会时刻铭记您的教诲，以优秀的业绩彰显浙江林学院的风采。
面对恩师，我们想说：一日为师，终生不忘。
面对同窗，我们想说：一朝同窗，一世朋友。
今天，只是毕业，我们之间的师生情谊、同学友爱将伴随着时间的推移不断升级。____，已经成为一次又一次默化在我们心中永远无法抹去的记忆;东湖校区，将是我们心中永远的圣地。
无论多美的语言，都表达不完我们对母校的谢意;无论多么动听的声音，都诉说不尽我们对____的感恩!我们会用实际行动让“____”的名字更加响亮。
I take with me the memory of Friday afternoon ACM happy hours, known not for kegs of beer, but rather bowls of rainbow sherbet punch. Over the several years that I attended these happy hours they enjoyed varying degrees of popularity, often proportional to the quality and quantity of the accompanying refreshments - but there was always the rainbow sherbert punch.
I take with me memories of purple parking permits, the West Campus shuttle, checking my pendaflex, over-due library books, trying to print from cec, lunches on Delmar, friends who slept in their offices, miniature golf in Lopata Hall, The Greenway Talk, division III basketball, and trying to convince Dean Russel that yet another engineering school rule should be changed.
Finally, I would like to conclude, not with a memory, but with some advice. What would a graduation speech be without a little advice, right? Anyway, this advice comes in the form of a verse delivered to the 1977 graduating class of Lake Forest College by Theodore Seuss Geisel, better known to the world as Dr. Seuss - Here's how it goes:
My uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare . . . Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair: "To eat these things," said my uncle, "you must excercise great care. You may swallow down what's solid . . . BUT . . . you must spit out the air!"
And . . . as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.
大学生毕业英语演讲稿篇3
Faculty, family, friends, and fellow graduates, good evening.
I am honored to address you tonight. On behalf of the graduating masters and doctoral students of Washington University's School of Engineering and Applied Science, I would like to thank all the parents, spouses, families, and friends who encouraged and supported us as we worked towards our graduate degrees. I would especially like to thank my own family, eight members of which are in the audience today. I would also like to thank all of the department secretaries and other engineering school staff members who always seemed to be there when confused graduate students needed help. And finally I would like to thank the Washington University faculty members who served as our instructors, mentors, and friends.
As I think back on the seven-and-a-half years I spent at Washington University, my mind is filled with memories, happy, sad, frustrating, and even humorous.
Tonight I would like to share with you some of the memories that I take with me as I leave Washington University.
I take with me the memory of my office on the fourth floor of Lopata Hall - the room at the end of the hallway that was too hot in summer, too cold in winter, and always too far away from the women's restroom. The window was my office's best feature. Were it not for the physics building across the way, it would have afforded me a clear view of the arch. But instead I got a view of the roof of the physics building. I also had a view of one corner of the roof of Urbauer Hall, which seemed to be a favorite perch for various species of birds who alternately won perching rights for several weeks at a time. And I had a nice view of the physics courtyard, noteworthy as a good place for watching people run their dogs. It's amazing how fascinating these views became the longer I worked on my dissertation. But my favorite view was of a nearby oak tree. From my fourth-floor vantage point I had a rather intimate view of the tree and the various birds and squirrels that inhabit it. Occasionally a bird would land on my window sill, which usually had the effect of startling both of us.
I take with me the memory of two young professors who passed away while I was a graduate student. Anne Johnstone, the only female professor from whom I took a course in the engineering school, and Bob Durr, a political science professor and a member of my dissertation committee, both lost brave battles with cancer. I remember them fondly.
I take with me the memory of failing the first exam in one of the first engineering courses I took as an undergraduate. I remember thinking the course was just too hard for me and that I would never be able to pass it. So I went to talk to the professor, ready to drop the class. And he told me not to give up, he told me I could succeed in his class. For reasons that seemed completely ludicrous at the time, he said he had faith in me. And after that my grades in the class slowly improved, and I ended the semester with an A on the final exam. I remember how motivational it was to know that someone believed in me.
I take with me memories of the midwestern friendliness that so surprised me when I arrived in St. Louis 8 years ago. Since moving to New Jersey, I am sad to say, nobody has asked me where I went to high school.
I take with me the memory of the short-lived computer science graduate student social committee lunches. The idea was that groups of CS grad students were supposed to take turns cooking a monthly lunch. But after one grad student prepared a pot of chicken that poisoned almost the entire CS grad student population and one unlucky faculty member in one fell swoop, there wasn't much enthusiasm for having more lunches.
I take with me the memory of a more successful graduate student effort, the establishment of the Association of Graduate Engineering Students, known as AGES. Started by a handful of engineering graduate students because we needed a way to elect representatives to a campus-wide graduate student government, AGES soon grew into an organization that now sponsors a wide variety of activities and has been instrumental in addressing a number of engineering graduate student concerns.
I take with me the memory of an Engineering and Policy department that once had flourishing programs for full-time undergraduate, masters, and doctoral students.
I take with me memories of the 1992 U.S. Presidential debate. Eager to get involved in all the excitement I volunteered to help wherever needed. I remember spending several days in the makeshift debate HQ giving out-of-town reporters directions to the athletic complex. I remember being thrilled to get assigned
the job of collecting film from the photographers in the debate hall during the debate. And I remember the disappointment of drawing the shortest straw among the student volunteers and being the one who had to take the film out of the debate hall and down to the dark room five minutes into the debate - with no chance to re-enter the debate hall after I left.
I take with me memories of university holidays which never seemed to apply to graduate students. I remember spending many a fall break and President's Day holiday with my fellow grad students in all day meetings brought to us by the computer science department.
I take with me memories of exams that seemed designed more to test endurance and perseverance than mastery of the subject matter. I managed to escape taking any classes that featured infamous 24-hour-take-home exams, but remember the suffering of my less fortunate colleagues. And what doctoral student could forget the pain and suffering one must endure to survive the qualifying exams? I take with me the memory of the seven-minute rule, which always seemed to be an acceptable excuse for being ten minutes latefor anything on campus, but which doesn't seem to apply anywhere else I go.
I take with me the memory of Friday afternoon ACM happy hours, known not for kegs of beer, but rather bowls of rainbow sherbet punch. Over the several years that I attended these happy hours they enjoyed varying degrees of popularity, often proportional to the quality and quantity of the accompanying refreshments - but there was always the rainbow sherbert punch.
I take with me memories of purple parking permits, the West Campus shuttle, checking my pendaflex, over-due library books, trying to print from cec, lunches on Delmar, friends who slept in their offices, miniature golf in Lopata Hall, The Greenway Talk, division III basketball, and trying to convince Dean Russel that yet another engineering school rule should be changed.
Finally, I would like to conclude, not with a memory, but with some advice. What would a graduation speech be without a little advice, right? Anyway, this advice comes in the form of a verse delivered to the 1977 graduating class of Lake Forest College by Theodore Seuss Geisel, better known to the world as Dr. Seuss - Here's how it goes:
My uncle ordered popoversfrom the restaurant's bill of fare. And when they were served,he regarded them with a penetrating stare . . .
Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair:
"To eat these things,"
said my uncle,
"you must excercise great care.
You may swallow down what's solid . . . BUT . . .
you must spit out the air!"
And . . .
as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.
Thank you.
回首六年前的时光，
我们彼此拉着手，
迈着轻快的步伐，走进我们的校园。
六年后的今天，我们将要分离，
寻找各自的彼岸。
也许，今日的悲欢离合，
将成为永久的回忆。
一阵清风吹来时，叶子回归大地，
你是否也将离去?
世界上没有不散的宴席，
这我深深的知道，
但却不能自已，
独自暗香落泪。
学校的生活，
就像一场宴会。
我知道宴会终究会有那完美的落幕，
但却全然不知这一刻这么快就来临，
当我还在原地回想的时候，
已经有人匆匆的从身边走过，
走出校园，
再也不会像以前一样可以尽情嬉闹。
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