you will always stand out in your scarlet coats and white gloves, but to me, whether i see you at westminster abbey, the chelsea flower show, twickenham stadium, or the pub, i notice that you are always smiling.

don't ever underestimate the joy that you bring to everyone you meet. you represent something really quite special, you are special, and society will always recognise that. that is an important part of your legacy.

here, i see a community that continues to value the importance of teamwork which military service in particular can teach you.

it's a community that focuses on supporting each other with kindness, respect and compassion, as well as reaching out to serve the wider community.

i have just visited the infirmary and seen the excellent facilities and care being provided to those pensioners who are unable to be on parade here today. no doubt they're watching from the windows cheering you all on.

i think we should all be incredibly proud and grateful knowing that 46 of you here fought in the second world war; many of you in other conflicts including korea, malaya, borneo and that the ‘youngsters' among you wear northern ireland, south atlantic and first gulf war medals with pride.

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when i was in middle school, a poisonous spider bit my right hand. i ran to my mom for help—but instead of taking me to a doctor, my mom set my hand on fire.after wrapping my hand withseveral layers of cotton, then soaking it in wine, she put a chopstick into my mouth,and ignited the cotton. heat quickly penetrated the cotton and began to roast my hand. the searing pain made me want to scream, but the chopstick prevented it. all i could do was watch my hand burn - one minute, then two minutes –until mom put out the fire.

you see, the part of china i grew up in was a rural village, and at that time pre-industrial. when i was born, my village had no cars, no telephones, no electricity, not even running water. and we certainly didn’t have access to modern medical resources. there was no doctor my mother could bring me to see about my spider bite.

for those who study biology, you may have grasped the science behind my mom’s cure: heat deactivates proteins, and a spider’s venom is simply a form of protein. it’s coolhow that folk remedy actually incorporates basic biochemistry, isn’t itbut i am a phd student in biochemistry at harvard, i now know that better, less painful and less risky treatments existed. so i can’t help but ask myself, why i didn’t receive oneat the time.

fifteen years have passed since that incident. i am happy to report that my hand is fine. but this question lingers, and i continue to be troubled by the unequal distribution of scientific knowledge throughout the world. we have learned to edit the human genome and unlock many secrets of how cancer progresses. we can manipulate neuronal activity literally with the switch of a light. each year brings more advances in biomedical research-exciting, transformative accomplishments. yet, despite the knowledge we have amassed, we haven’t been so successful in deploying it to where it’s needed most. according to the world bank, twelve percent of the world’s population lives on less than $2 a day. malnutrition kills more than 3 million children annually. three hundred million peopleare afflicted by malaria globally. all over the world, we constantly see these problems of poverty, illness, and lack of resources impeding the flow of scientific information. lifesaving knowledge we take for granted in the modern world is often unavailable in these underdeveloped regions.and in far too many places, people are still essentially trying to cure a spider bite with fire.

while studying at harvard, i saw how scientific knowledge can help others in simple, yet profound ways. the bird flu pandemic in the 2000s looked to my village like a spell cast by demons. our folk medicine didn’t even have half-measures to offer. what’s more, farmers didn’t know the difference between common cold and flu; they didn’t understand that the flu was much more lethal than the common cold. most people were also unaware that the virus could transmit across different species.so when i realized that simple hygiene practices like separating different animal species could contain the spread of the disease, and that i could help make this knowledge available to my village, that was my first ―aha‖ moment as a budding scientist. but it was more than that: it was also a vital inflection point in my own ethical development, my own self-understanding as a member of the global community.

harvard dares us to dream big, to aspire to change the world. here on this commencement day, we are probably thinking of grand destinations and big adventures that await us. as for me, i am also thinking of the farmers in my village. my experiencehere reminds me how important it is for researchersto communicateour knowledge to those who need it. because by using the sciencewe already have, we

could probably bring my village and thousands like it into the world you and i take for granted every day. and that’s an impact every one of us can make!

but the question is, will we make the effort or not

more than ever before,our society emphasizes science and innovation. but an equally important emphasis should be on distributing the knowledge we have to where it’s needed. changing the world doesn’t mean thateveryone has to find the next big thing. it can be as simple as becoming better communicators, and finding more creative ways to pass on the knowledge we have to people like my mom and the farmers in their local community. our society also needs to recognize that the equal distribution of knowledge is a pivotal step of human development, and work to bring this into reality.

and if we do that, then perhaps a teenager in rural china who is bitten by a spider will not have to burn his hand, but will know to seek a doctor instead.

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teachers and students, we are all about to graduate, soon to leave our alma mater, to end the primary school life, into junior high school... it is difficult to leave yet. my hand was quivering, and the moment of remembrance was coming. i will be infatuated with you for a moment. excitement, bewilderment; laugh and be depressed; the throb of the tone, the gaily step, the moving song were all admitted to the heart.

is it really necessary to leave? how can i forget that the beautiful campus has been filled with the palace of my feelings, so long and so clear? in the wisteria, like a thousand flowers, there, looking up, blue sky, white clouds, the sun is the illusion of a flood of gold; the wind in the campus, like the magic, blowing off the gold leaf, one, two, three, the road of the campus as if gold. in the night time, like a good picture, the moon in the sky, moonlight starlight, light, just like a silver lining, dazzling the attractive colors...

six years is a fleeting time, the primary school life is coming to an end, we are about to raise the high school's sails, in the middle school deeper knowledge of the sea to soar, in the realm of life to explore. looking back on the long road of learning, there are ups and downs, there is sweetness, there is hope, there is disappointment, there is success, there is failure, there is joy, there is anger. but in the end, we all went through this journey of learning.

the stretch of the moon, falling from my head, swirling in the air; the shadow of the sun flickered gently before my eyes. farewell, beautiful campus, farewell, beloved teacher; goodbye, lovely classmate. a little bit, a minute. ah, i felt a surge of gratitude to my teacher. i read the book with a red scarf that danced like a flame on my breast. the teacher came up to me and held my shoulder, and spoke earnestly to the flying red flag. endless love in endless words, stirred up my heart of love.

are you really leaving? the beautiful campus gives us endless joy, hope, singing, flowers... we are about to become a middle school student, we should work hard for it.

to pass through the road only to reach the destination; only to achieve the best success, to go on the most difficult road...

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the more you're thinking back to those original goals, the easier it is for you to get back up and say, "alright, it might be difficult, it might be painful, it might be stressful, there might be no people that believe in me, but i believe in myself."

you know it might have been the case that you should have gone through that harsh break up, that you should have gone through that heavy loss, just in order to find something even better.

but the only way to get to that even better, is to get back up and work. to get back up and put yourself out there again. and arise from that again, stronger, better, smarter, ready to grasp that new opportunity.

you gotta believe the tables in your life will turn. that pain will become power, that weakness will become strength, and that confusion will become peace. better things are coming for your life.

everyday is a new beginning. it's time for you to start treating it that way.

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make no mistake: there are plenty of reasons to be outraged. my generation, your generation – we face not only grave moral challenges but existential threats: rising ocean levels globally and rising inequality in america; violence around the world and in our own backyards; the fraying of the social fabric. “the falcon cannot hear the falconer,” and we wonder if the center can hold.

i understand the impulse toward negativity. like many of you, i sometimes feel overwhelmed by the challenges we face, by the injustices that call out for our condemnation. yet it is precisely because our challenges are so great that outrage is not enough. pointing out what is wrong is merely the beginning, not the ze: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;">end, of our work. the czech author ivan klima wrote, “to destroy is easier than to create, and that is why so many people are ready to demonstrate against what they reject. but what would they say if one asked them what they wanted instead?”

what would you say? what would i say? what are you for? klima’s life story is one of both criticism and creation. born in prague in 1931, he was sent to a nazi concentration camp as a child. he survived and became an outspoken voice for democracy in czechoslovakia.

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