回忆英语演讲

Life passes in moments of time where action happens. Something occurs and a response is triggered. An emotion is felt, a door is closed, a word is spoken. The face before you moves to communicate with you, or the car seems motionless as Earth itself passes by. Somewhere in your head, inside the piece of flesh that controls our personality – a stain is made. Something in life spilt and burned itself into a psychic world that you can’t control. A transparent image that can be summoned, or rise alone. Sounds, geography, scent; these pieces of now act as a ritual to then. Like a séance for remembering, and that vision appears, and all the factors of reality can reassemble themselves like it was just yesterday. Time doesn’t really go very far at all. You’re not following a line with distance from beginning to now. You’re a mass within a mass and every moment of time passing is just mass changing, rotating. The pictures flash, and we can be very thankful for that. That memory gives us a portal to something gone; something we can’t get back.Wouldn’t it be nice if that was all that happened? That we should be granted access to our treasures that fade with the will to call them; without the pain. Memory blots the backs of people I don’t know. That piece of flesh which makes me think remembers a certain texture of hair. And whether I like it or not, the ritual begins without my request. All of a sudden I’m paralyzed in the street. My body responds to something I can not see. I am remembering something. And all that fog of now and distance from the past burns off. For that moment my eyes are not what see. Memory challenges me. I have no control. And that means I am vulnerable everywhere, at any time. There is no protection from that stain on my mind. Where will I be, what moment will be rotating into existence the next time my body leaves me, and returns to a place I thought I’d left behind. A place I thought was gone for good. That vulnerability horrifies me. Because I ran from that room, and those people. Never to be seen again. Or because I grew up and overcame that trial, never to cry again.It’s a blessing. We get to share life with ourselves and the people we love because we are capable of remembering. We have the power to raise departed time, to not exist alone in now. I never know where I will be the next time I smell my Grandmother, and feel her warmth beside me. In all likelihood it will be somewhere filled with ancient fabrics and fresh meringues. Or when I will see the trees and think of life outside a city, of growing up in the grass, and running through the woods. The recess of my mind is like a box filled with ghosts. Not all of them want me dead. Some of them just want me to come back home on a rain-drenched moment in time. That I might cherish something outside of now and remember that nothing is constant. One day everything I see will be something new. But the life that I see now – it will not be gone. Like the folded pages of joy and the charred remnants of tragic loss – it will be filed away. How can something be gone if it exists at least in a single mind? The conscious and its many layers compose us. So I know, if something can be remembered – it’s not lost.

During the past 30 years, with the economic development of China, more and more young people who once lived in the countryside crowd into cities with the purpose of earning enough money to support their families. Consequently, the problem of left-behind children arises. The problem actually reflects the fact that there are millions of left-behind children facing not only living problems but also psychological problems and the latter ones count. Most left-behind children live with their grandparents. Lacking in the knowledge of how to educate children, some of their grandparents tend to spoil them while some may pay little attention to them.Feeling lonely, left-behind children are more likely to form the habit of keeping silent or staying aloneand as a result, most of them don’t do well in their study, which makes them feel inferior.Though I can’t list out every aspect of this problem, I am sure it is rather serious. In my opinion, the key to solving the problem of left-behind children lies in the combined effort. Not only children’s parents but also our society and our government should take efficient measures to deal with it. Let’s wait and see!