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我和小跳的十分钟
敬爱的老师、亲爱的同学们：早上好！我是三年级二班的林小雨。今天我想讲讲我最喜欢的十分钟，还有陪我跳这十分钟的好朋友，小跳。
小跳大名陶跳跳，坐我后面。不知道从哪天起，我们俩迷上了跳皮筋。一下课，我们一人拿一头，把粉红色的皮筋往脚踝上一套，就在教学楼边的空地上跳。从脚腕跳到膝盖，从膝盖跳到腰，谁先踩筋谁换人。我们的口袋里有两块糖，跳赢了就分着吃。我们还给这根皮筋起了名字，叫彩虹，谁负责带彩虹来学校，写在纸条上轮着排，谁也不许赖。不跳的时候，彩虹就睡在我书包的侧兜里，安安静静的。
我们也闹过别扭。有一次抢着当撑筋的人，谁都不肯跳，皮筋在地上扭成一团。我们背对背站着，一人占一棵树。那天的课间没有笑声，我坐在台阶上，心里空空的，像少了一样什么宝贝。第二天课间，小跳走过来，把皮筋递给我，说，今天你撑，我跳两个高的。我接过皮筋，气一下子就消了。原来友情就像皮筋，拉长一点不要紧，松开手，它自己会弹回来，还弹得比原来更响。
有同学问我，课间十分钟有什么好玩的，不就是一根皮筋吗。我想说，才不是一根皮筋。皮筋里有我们数到一百的欢呼，有跳坏了互相做的鬼脸，有摔倒时伸过来的那只手。十分钟很短，可它装得下我整个童年的笑声。
同学们，我多希望大家都找到属于自己的那十分钟：一根皮筋、一根跳绳、一只毽子都行，再找一个愿意陪你玩到铃响的人。找到了，就好好珍惜它，别在楼道里疯跑把它浪费掉，也别为一点小事把好朋友弄丢。
我的十分钟，是小跳陪我跳出来的。愿你们的十分钟，也有人一起跳。谢谢大家！
My Ten Minutes with Little Jump
Teachers and fellow students, good morning. I am Lin Xiaoyu from class two, grade three. Today I want to talk about my favorite ten minutes, and my best friend Little Jump, who jumps these ten minutes with me.
Little Jump, real name Tao Xiaotiao, sits behind me. I do not know which day it started, but the two of us fell in love with rubber band skipping. At the bell, each of us takes one end, loops the pink rubber band around our ankles, and starts jumping on the open ground beside the teaching building. We jump from ankle height to knee height, from knee height to waist height, and whoever steps on the band swaps out. We keep two candies in our pockets, and we split them when we win a round. We even gave this rubber band a name, the Rainbow, and who is in charge of bringing the Rainbow to school is written on a slip of paper and rotated in turn, with nobody allowed to weasel out. When we are not jumping, the Rainbow sleeps quietly in the side pocket of my schoolbag.
We also had a falling out. Once we both fought to be the one holding the band, and neither wanted to jump, so the band twisted into a lump on the ground. We stood back to back, one at each tree. That break had no laughter. I sat on the steps with an empty heart, as if a treasure were missing. The next break, Little Jump walked over, handed me the band, and said, you hold today, and I will jump two high ones. The moment I took the band, my anger vanished. So friendship is like a rubber band: stretching it a little is fine, and when you let go, it springs back by itself, snapping even louder than before.
Some classmates ask me, what is so fun about ten minutes, it is just one rubber band. I want to say, it is not just a band at all. Inside the band are our cheers when we count to one hundred, the funny faces we make at each other after a bad jump, and the hand that reaches over when someone falls. The ten minutes are short, but they hold all the laughter of my childhood.
Fellow students, I wish everyone could find their own ten minutes: one rubber band, one jump rope, one shuttlecock, anything will do, and find one person willing to play with you until the bell rings. If you find it, treasure it. Do not waste it running wild in the hallway, and do not lose your best friend over a tiny quarrel.
My ten minutes were jumped into being with Little Jump. May your ten minutes have someone jumping along too. Thank you all.
沙包飞过的友情
敬爱的老师、亲爱的同学们：早上好！今天我想讲讲一只沙包，和它飞进来的那些快乐。
去年我转学到这个学校。第一个课间，教室里闹哄哄的，可没有一个人认识我。我趴在窗台上看操场，心里想，这里的同学会不会喜欢我。正想着，一只红绿相间的沙包咚的一声砸在我脚边。场边一个男生大喊，接住呀，补位！我不知道怎么办，慌慌张张把沙包捡起来扔了回去。场上一片叫好。那个喊我的男生冲我竖大拇指，说，你反应挺快，下一局你来。
那一局我接住了一个球，我们队欢呼得像赢了大奖。后来我才知道，丢沙包的规矩可多了：被砸到就下场，接住沙包可以复活一个队友，接得越多越了不起。我下场的时候，队里的胖墩冲我喊，下一局我来救你！他真的接住沙包把我救回去了，我跑回场里的时候，心口热热的。
现在，我的课间是一年里最亮的时光。铃一响，我们几个冲向老槐树底下，画线、分队、猜拳，沙包在人群里飞来飞去。我躲过、砸过、接住过，也摔倒过。谁摔倒了，游戏立刻停下，先扶人再玩。我的口袋里总装着一只沙包，它磨得发白，比新沙包好玩一百倍。沙包是我妈妈缝的，里面装的玉米粒，砸到身上不疼。队里的人都说，这沙包认我，它也认我们全班。
同学们，我从前以为快乐是自己的事。来到这个班我才知道，快乐是沙包砸过来时你伸手接住，是队友冲你喊我来救你，是散场时大家约好明天老地方见。我喜欢我的课间，喜欢那些陪我玩的人。请你也走到老槐树底下来，沙包会替我们打招呼：你好，一起玩吧。
我的演讲完毕，谢谢大家！
The Friendship the Beanbag Flew Through
Teachers and fellow students, good morning. Today I want to talk about one beanbag, and all the happiness it flew in with.
Last year I transferred to this school. On the first break the classroom was loud and busy, yet nobody knew me. I leaned on the windowsill watching the playground, thinking, will the students here like me. Just then a red and green beanbag thumped down at my feet. A boy at the edge of the field shouted, catch it, take the place. I did not know what to do, so I hurriedly picked it up and threw it back. The whole field cheered. The boy who called me gave me a thumbs up and said, quick hands, come play the next round.
In that round I caught one throw, and our team cheered as if we had won a big prize. Only later did I learn all the rules of beanbag toss: get hit and you leave the field, catch the beanbag and you can bring one teammate back to life, and the more you catch the more amazing you are. When I left the field, Chubby from our team shouted at me, next round I will rescue you. He really caught the beanbag and brought me back, and when I ran back onto the field my chest felt warm.
Now my breaks are the brightest hours of my year. At the bell the few of us dash to the old locust tree, draw the lines, pick teams, settle it with rock paper scissors, and the beanbag flies through the crowd. I have dodged, been hit, caught, and fallen. When someone falls, the game stops at once, help the person first, then play on. My pocket always holds one beanbag. It is worn pale white, and it is a hundred times more fun than a new one. The beanbag was sewn by my mother and stuffed with corn kernels, so it does not hurt when it hits someone. Everyone on the team says the beanbag knows me, and it knows our whole class as well.
Fellow students, I used to think happiness was a one-person affair. Only after coming to this class did I learn that happiness is stretching out your hand when the beanbag flies at you, it is your teammate shouting I will rescue you, it is everybody promising tomorrow, same place, when the game ends. I love my breaks, and I love the people who play with me. Please come under the old locust tree too. The beanbag will say hello for us: hello, let us play together.
That is all for my speech. Thank you all.
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