大学生个人英语珍惜时间演讲稿（通用3篇）
大家好!
时间，是一去不复返的。时间，是不能用金钱买的。时间，是十分宝贵的。所以，我们要珍惜时间。有句话说得好“一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴”，就是告诉我们再多的钱也是买不回来时间的。如果你每天都浪费一分钟，那一年就浪费了365分钟，将近6个小时，等于一下午都没有用上。虽然一秒钟看起来是那么的微不足道，一眨眼就过去了，但是每一分钟、每一小时、每一天不都是一秒一秒积累起来的啊!
有一次，晚上六点的时候，我应该做作业了，我看了一下钟，觉得时间还早，便拿起一本课外书，我打算先看会儿课外书再做家庭作业。于是我津津有味地的看起书来，越看越入迷，越看越想往下看，结果不知不觉竟然把一本书都看完了。这时才想起来看看钟，天啊，都快到八点了!而我的家庭作业还一个字都没有写呢。我连忙开始写，一直写到将近九点，连妈妈都问我今天怎么到现在没有做完家庭作业。以后我还是先把家庭作业做完再做其他的事情吧。
还有一次是周五的晚上，已经九点了，我还在看电视，妈妈叫我早点睡觉，好明天早上早点起来和他们出去到处走走、玩玩。我还想看电视，就说：“明天是星期六，可以起得迟一点，我就再看一会儿吧。”妈妈说：“你明早要是起来太迟，我们就不去玩了啊，下午我还有事情。”我满口答应。这周末的晚上，好看的电视还真多，我看了这个又看那个，等我看完，哇!都十一点半了，赶紧上床睡觉，梦里还想着妈妈打算带我去哪里玩玩呢。第二天早上，我猛地惊醒了，连忙喊：“妈妈，我起来了，我们走啊。”妈妈皱着眉头说：“叫你昨晚早点睡，你看看现在都多少点了，我都准备做午饭了，还去玩呢!算了，就在家呆着吧!”我一看钟，啊!都要到十一点了，妈妈说叫了我几次都又睡着了，只好让我继续睡。出去玩的计划也泡汤了。妈妈说的对啊，我前面浪费的时间，会影响到后面的要紧事啊。
就是因为这些事情，才让我知道了时间的珍贵。珍惜时间，人生才会有收获。
尊敬的老师、同学们：
你们好！
同学们，请问大家知道时间就像海绵里的水，只要你挤，总是有的这句话是说的吗？对，鲁迅说的。今天我想讲讲中国现代文学之父、着名的文学家、思想家、革命家鲁迅先生的故事。
鲁迅十三岁时，父亲长期重病，家里越来越穷，他经常到当铺卖掉家里值钱的东西，然后去药店给父亲买药。有一次，父亲病重，鲁迅一大早就去当铺和药店，回来时老师已经开始上课了。老师看到他迟到了，就生气地说：“十几岁的学生，还睡懒觉，上课迟到。下次再迟到就别来了。”鲁迅听了，点点头，没有为自己作任何辩解，低着头默默回到自己的坐位上。
第二天，他早早来到学校，在书桌右上角用刀刻了一个“早”字，心里暗暗地许下诺言：以后一定要早起，不能再迟到了。
后来的日子里，父亲的病更重了，鲁迅更频繁地到当铺去卖东西，然后到药店去买药，家里很多活也落在了鲁迅的肩上。他每天天不亮就早早起床，料理好家里的事情，然后再到当铺和药店，之后又急急忙忙地跑到私塾去上课。虽然家里的负担很重，可是他再也没有迟到过。
1936年8月1日，鲁迅体重只有38.7公斤，肺已烂掉80%，肋膜间严重积水，高烧不止。就在身体这样不好的情况下，他从8月1日至10月19日去逝这段时间里，给青年作者和友人写了93封信，发表了14篇文章，逝世前11天，仍然带病参加全国第二届木刻流动展览会，逝世前一天还在写日记。
同学们，鲁迅先生少年时家里那么贫穷，家务那么繁忙，家庭那么困难，他仍然珍惜时间，勤奋学习；鲁迅先生逝世前身体那么虚弱，病情那么严重，他仍然惜时如命，勤奋工作。而现在的我们，家庭条件这么好，学习条件这么优越，生在这么好的时代，我们能不珍惜时间，勤奋学习吗？
亲爱的同学们，让我们携起手来，从今天开始，从现在开始，争分夺秒，勤奋学习，为了祖国的未来，为了美好的明天，为了实现中华民族的伟大复兴而努力奋斗！
我的演讲到此结束！谢谢大家！
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sisters bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. this，he said，is not a slip. this is lingerie. he discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.
It was exquisite，silk，handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. the price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.
Jan bought this the first time we went to new york，at least 8 or 9 years ago. she never wore it. she was saving it for a special occasion.
Well，i guess this is the occasion.
He took the slip from me and put it on the bed，with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. his hands lingered on the soft material for a moment，then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me，dont ever save anything for a special occasion. every day you re alive is a special occasion.
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when i helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. i thought about them on the plane returning to california from the midwestern town where my sisters family lives. i thought about all the things that she hadnt seen or heard or done. i thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
Im still thinking about his words，and theyve changed the weeds in the garden. im spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. whenever possible，life should be a pattern of experience to savour，not endure. im trying to recognize these moment now and cherish them.
Im not saving anything；we use our good china and crystal for every special. event such as losing a pound，getting the sink unstopped，the first camellia blossom… i wear my good blazer to the market if i feel like it. my theory is if i look prosperous，i can shell out $28. 49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. im not saving my good perfume for special parties；clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends.
Someday and one of these days are losing their grip on my vocabulary. if its worth seeing or hearing or doing，i want to see and hear and do it now. im not sure what my sister wouldve done had she know that she wouldnt be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.
I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. she might have called a few former friends to apologize，and mend fences for past squabbles. i like to think she would have gone out for a chinese dinner，her favorite food. im guessing. ill never know.
Its those little things left undone that would make me angry if i knew that my hours were limited. angry because i put off seeing good friends whom i was going to get in touch with someday. angry because i hadnt written certain letters that i intended to write one of these days. angry and sorry that i didnt tell my husband and daughter often enough how much i truly love them.
Im trying very hard not to put off，hold back，or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. and every morning when i open my eyes，i tell myself that every day，every minute，every breath truly，is... a gift from god.