【正文】 at might 39。s very unfortable to be on the receiving end of that kind of 39。re nervous about anything that has anything to do with violence because of the zero tolerance are sure that parents and administrators will never accept :45So we really need to think about looking at teacher attitudes and finding ways to change the attitudes so that teachers are much more open and accepting of boy cultures in their , ultimately, if we don39。t, then we39。re going to have boys who leave elementary school saying, “Well I guess that was just a place for wasn39。t for I39。ve got to do gaming, or I39。ve got to do sports.” If we change these things, if we pay attention to these things, and we reengage boys in their learning, they will leave the elementary schools saying, “I39。m smart.”第三篇：TED英語演講稿TED英語演講稿TED英語演講稿I was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to the at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has never believed in , in Facebook, in texting or cell phones in so while other kids were BBMing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my so when I moved to New York City after college and got pletely suckerpunched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of at the wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the ., blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary, and I posed a kind of crazy promise to the Internet: that if you asked me for a handwritten letter, I would write you one, no questions , my inbox morphed into this harbor of heartbreaka single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied in rural Kansas, all asking me, a 22yearold girl who barely even knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them a reason to wait by the , today I fuel a global organization that is fueled by those trips to the mailbox, fueled by the ways in which we can harness social media like never before to write and mail strangers letters when they need them most, but most of all, fueled by crates of mail like this one, my trusty mail crate, filled with the scriptings of ordinary people, strangers writing letters to other strangers not because they39。re ever going to meet and laugh over a cup of coffee, but because they have found one another by way of , you know, the thing that always gets me about these letters is that most of them have been written by people that have never known themselves loved on a piece of could not tell you about the ink of their own love 39。re the ones from my generation, the ones of us that have grown up into a world where everything is paperless, and where some of our best conversations have happened upon a have learned to diary our pain onto Facebook, and we speak swiftly in 140 characters or what if it39。s not about efficiency this time? I was on the subway yesterday with this mail crate, which is a conversation starter, let me tell you ever need one, just carry one of these.(Laughter)And a man just stared at me, and he was like, “Well, why don39。t you use the Internet?” And I thought, “Well, sir, I am not a strategist, nor am I am merely a storyteller.” And so I could tell you about a woman whose husband has just e home from Afghanistan, and she is having a hard time unearthing this thing called conversation, and so she tucks love letters throughout the house as a way to say, “Come back to me when you can.” Or a girl who decides that she is going to leave love letters around her campus in Dubuque, Iowa, only to find her efforts rippleeffected the next day when she walks out onto the quad and finds love letters hanging from the trees, tucked in the bushes and the the man who decides that he is going to take his life, uses Facebook as a way to say goodbye to friends and , tonight he sleeps safely with a stack of letters just like this one tucked beneath his pillow, scripted by strangers who were there for him are the kinds of stories that convinced me that letterwriting will never again need to flip back her hair and talk about efficiency, because she is an art form now, all the parts of her, the signing, the scripting, the mailing, the doodles in the mere fact that somebody would even just sit down, pull out a piece of paper and think about someone the whole way through, with an intention that is so much harder to unearth when the browser is up and the iPhone is pinging and we39。ve got six conversations rolling in at once, that is an art form that does not fall down to the Goliath of “get faster,” no matter how many social networks we might still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too you.(Applause)(Applause)第四篇：TED楊瀾演講稿The night before I was heading for Scotland,I was invited to host the final of “China39。s Got Talent” show in Shanghai with 80,000 live audience in the who was the performing guest? Susan I told her,“I39。m going to Scothland the next day.” She sang beautifully, and she even managed to say a fewwords in Chineses.“送你蔥”.So it39。s not like “hello” or “thank you” those ordinary 39。s means “green onion for free”.Why did she say that? Beacuse it wae a line from our Chinese parallel Susan 50someyear old woman a vegetable vendor in Shanghai,who loves singing Westerm opera, but she didn39。tunderstand any English or French or Italian, so she managed to fill in the lyrics with vegetable names in the last sentence of Nessun Dorma that she was singing in the stadium was “green onion for free”.So Susan Boy