i am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
five score years ago, a great american, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the emancipation proclamation. this momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. it came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
but one hundred years later, the negro still is not free. one hundred years later, the life of the negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. one hundred years later, the negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. one hundred years later, the negro is still languished in the corners of american society and finds himself an exile in his own land. and so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
in a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. when the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the constitution and the declaration of independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every american was to fall heir. this note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable rights" of "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." it is obvious today that america has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. instead of honoring this sacred obligation, america has given the negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
but we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. we refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. and so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
we have also come to this hallowed spot to remind america of the fierce urgency of now. this is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. now is the time to make justice a reality for all of god's children.
it would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. this sweltering summer of the negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. and those who hope that the negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. and there will be neither rest nor tranquility in america until the negro is granted his citizenship rights. the whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
but there is something that i must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: in the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. we must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
the marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. and they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
we cannot walk alone.
and as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
we cannot turn back.
there are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "when will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. we cannot be satisfied as long as a negro in mississippi cannot vote and a negro in new york believes he has nothing for which to vote. no, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."i am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations.
some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. and some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. you have been the veterans of creative suffering. continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. go back to mississippi, go back to alabama, go back to south carolina, go back to georgia, go back to louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
let us not wallow in the valley of despair, i say to you today, my friends.
and so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, i still have a dream. it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream.
i have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
i have a dream that one day on the red hills of georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
i have a dream that one day even the state of mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
i have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
i have a dream today!
i have a dream that one day, down in alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
i have a dream today!
i have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."?
this is our hope, and this is the faith that i go back to the south with.
with this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. with this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. with this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
and this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of god's children will be able to sing with new meaning:my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing.
land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride,from every mountainside, let freedom ring!and if america is to be a great nation, this must become true.
and so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of new hampshire.let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of new york.
let freedom ring from the heightening alleghenies ofpennsylvania.let freedom ring from the snow-capped rockies of colorado.
let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of california.but not only that:let freedom ring from stone mountain of georgia.
let freedom ring from lookout mountain of tennessee.
let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of mississippi.
from every mountainside, let freedom ring.
and when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of god's children, black men and white men, jews and gentiles, protestants and catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old negro spiritual:
free at last! free at last!
thank god almighty, we are free at last!
我有一個夢想我有一個夢想，深深紮根於我的心中。那就是長大後，我要成為一個科學家。
儘管我沒有過人的才智，沒有嚴密的思維，也沒有特別準確的判斷力，但是我仍不會放棄努力。儘管這個夢想距我很遙遠，但我仍不會停止追求。儘管在實現夢想的過程中，會有很多挫折和無數的磨難，但我仍不會灰心喪氣。因為我相信，只有經歷地獄般的磨練,才能練出創造天堂的力量；只有流過血的手指，才能彈出世間的絕唱；只有經歷困難和挫折，才能實現自己的夢想。
以前，每當我看到科學家們令人矚目的成就時，總會感到羨慕和敬佩。是他們，推動了社會的發展；是他們，使人民生活水平得到提高；更是他們，為祖國的發展贏來了一個嶄新的明天。
因此，我想成為一個科學家，成為一個對國家有貢獻的人，成為這個國家的棟樑。每當我看到浪費時間的人時，我會為他們感到惋惜；每當我看到灰心喪氣的人時，會為他們感到悲哀；每當我看到不務正業的人時，我會感到憤恨。因為他們沒有看到自己的價值，沒有屬於自己的夢想。這樣的人生，是沒有意義的人生。[蓮 山課件 ]
而我，至少有一個夢想，一個目標。有了這個夢想，我就會一直努力下去，永不放棄。有了這個夢想，就等於把握了自己的人生航向，不會再迷失方向。有了這個夢想，就好象一盞明燈，照亮了我前進的道路。一直通往勝利的頂峰。
我有夢，中國也有夢。我的夢想，用自己的智慧站在時代的頂峰，中國的夢，用自己的勤勞，自立於世界之上！為了這個夢想，他發奮，他圖強，他忍受無法言語的苦難，只為自己可以挺起胸膛！地震來了，不怕，他有的是鐵一般的脊骨，洪水來了，不怕，他有的是山一般的胸膛！奧運會來了，不怕，他有的是騰飛的翅膀！有夢的人，才是真正的人，有夢的國，才是真正的國！
我的夢就是國的夢，我的夢，成為科學家，為國家盡力，國的夢，繁榮富強，讓我們幸福！
尊敬的老師，親愛的同學們：
大家好!今天我演講的題目是《我有一個夢想》。
我不是詩人，不能用漂亮的詩句謳歌我的生活;我不是學者，不能用深邃的思想思考我的價值;我不是歌手，不能用動聽的歌喉歌詠我的未來。
我只是一名學生，但我有我的夢想。
記得我三歲時，第一次邁入幼稚園的大門，第一次看到了那迷人的大眼睛和那甜美的酒窩，她是我的啟蒙老師——劉老師。她總愛在春天帶我們去郊外遊玩。記得，那時，花兒總是開著的，草兒總是綠油油的，風兒總是和煦的，我們總是快活的。劉老師跟我們玩得很融洽，從來沒有斥責過我們，她包容我們的一切。我們都把她當做自己的媽媽，在她面前撒嬌，在她懷裡睡覺。不知不覺，幼兒時期那無憂無慮的快樂時光就在我們的嬉笑中溜走了。但劉老師那慈母般的形象卻在我的心底留下了深深的印跡。
告別幼兒時期，進入了國小。這時，我又一次看到那敏銳的目光和那慈祥的笑容，她是我的國小老師——曹老師。她總愛在我取得好成績時，給我一縷祥和的目光和一個稱許的笑容：那目光告訴我，不要驕傲!那笑容鼓勵我，不錯，繼續加油!國小六年，那目光、那笑容，像和煦的春風、像溫暖的陽光吹拂著我、照耀著我，讓我茁壯成長。光陰似箭，國小畢業了，我離開了生活六年的母校，但曹老師的音容笑貌讓我永生難忘。
如今，我邁入了國中校門。記得第一節課是語文老師上的，她走上三尺講台，用三寸粉筆為我們寫下國中語文學習的四要點：看、讀、思、寫。鼓勵我們只要掌握了這四要點，國中語文並不難。老師她自己也喜歡寫作，她的文清麗，感情真摯，里行間，常常流淌著一腔溫馨的情懷。老師的言傳身教，老師的悉心指導，使得期中考試我的作文只扣掉兩分。在我的心中，語文老師就是那辛勤的園丁，就是那燃燒的紅燭!
啊，我長大了也要當一名老師!我要用耐心在那片希望的田野上努力耕耘，我要用知識點燃每一個學生的夢想，我要用愛心托起他們飛翔的翅膀……
那一顆懵懂歲月中飄來的種子，已在我的心中紮下了深根!
風在靜止時是無聲的，那么就讓我們年輕的心跳動起來吧!那樣，風便有歌了;水在靜止時是無言的，那么就讓我們滾燙的血液奔騰吧!那樣，水便歡笑了;山一直是沉默的，那么，就讓追夢的我們奮力攀登吧!那樣，我們的夢想定會開花，我們的人生定會燦爛!
尊敬的各位評審，老師們，同學們，大家晚上好!
我是**號選手**，我今天的演講題目是‘我有一個夢想’!
同學們，為了各自的夢想，我們齊聚一堂，我們背負夢想的行囊，尋求美好的未來。我相信在做的每一位都有自己的夢想，也都在為那份夢想努力打拚。同樣，我也有屬於我自己的夢想。
上國小時，我們學校沒有電鈴，校長從家裡帶來一把破舊的鋤頭掛在柱頭上，靠敲它來提示學生們上下課，進了中學，我看見了電鈴，那時的我就夢想以後我要為我們村的國小安上一個電鈴;每當我看見鄉親們每次進城都要準備兩雙鞋子，到了城外脫下已經很髒的那雙，換上乾淨鞋在進城時，我就夢想我以後要為我們村修一條很好的公路，讓鄉親們不用再走那泥濘的小路;去年地震後，我們那裡來了一批恢復重建的挖掘機，我鄰居家的一位老爺爺看見了挖掘機，他很是興奮的感嘆道，這東西多先進啊，現在的技術就是發達啊!前不久，我姐姐打電話告訴我說那位老爺爺去世啦，在彌留之際，他把子女叫到跟前，唯一的一句話卻是：“我還想再進城去看一眼挖掘機。”那時我心裡有一種說不出的震撼，我就夢想等我大學畢業了，我要回去建設我的家鄉，改變家鄉的貧窮，開闊家鄉人的視野。這便是我曾經的夢想
而如今，已經是大學生的我們，我想每個人的夢想都應該在大學裡進一步的升華，升華的更偉大更崇高。不錯，風華正茂的我們，意氣風發的我們，任重道遠的我們，胸懷天下的我們，就應該有一份偉大而崇高的夢想。古人云：天下興亡，匹夫有責.唯有心憂天下，方能立志高遠。
也許大家會笑話我的夢想太過低俗，沒有愛過的豪情壯志，沒有報國的義膽雲天，那么我想想問問在做的大學生們，當祖國邊陲物質的民眾被蒙蔽雙眼，淺薄的暴徒以為拿著一根注射器就可以一顆芝麻頂破天的時候，你有沒有夢想過做一名政治家，高瞻遠矚，春風化雨?當一個個反傾銷案接踵而至，一批批中國製造被拒之門外時，你有沒有夢想過當一名經濟學家，妙手回春，從中斡鏇?當面對鬧得滿城風雨的流感侵襲，你又有沒有夢想過當一名生命科學研究者來造福億萬蒼生?
同學們，報國並非無門，報國並非要你拋頭顱，灑熱血。並非要你豪情壯志，叱吒風雲。也並非要你驚天動地，扭轉乾坤。關注一下我們身邊的事情吧，那裡有許多報國的大門為你敞開。我就有這么一個夢想，夢想每個人在幸福的時候能夠想起有一可憐的孩子正被社會遺忘;夢想不再看見他們那一雙雙凍得紅腫，甚至裂開，稚嫩而滄桑的小手;夢想他們不用再走幾十里山路去上學;夢想他們不再因買不起筆而用樹枝在地上寫;夢想他們的父母不再為了供養他們而去遠方做苦工;夢想他們不再用那含著淚光的眼睛遙望遠方，思念他們的爹娘。同一片天空下，他們沒有理由遭受貧窮，同一片土地上，我們誰也沒有理由熟視無睹!年輕的我們或者不再年輕的我們，還有什麼可猶豫的呢?在飛逝的時光中為自己找一個夢想吧，它可大可小，可遠可近。只要你，矯健的雄鷹煽動者翅膀，無畏的目光就會為你點亮前行的路，閉上你的雙眼，讓我們一起飛翔!
同學們，夢想二雖小，分量卻重，它不僅是簡單的口號，更是實際的行動，“衣帶漸寬終不悔，為伊消得人憔悴”就是終其一生來詮釋這兩個的含義。讓我們拿出“吹盡黃沙始到金”的毅力，拿出“直掛雲帆濟滄海”的勇氣，用汗水來鍛造明日的輝煌!同學們，是龍，你就該龍騰四海，是鳳，你就該鳳舞天!!
最後，我想說，華誕六十年，祖國的成就舉世矚目，但在民族復興路上，萬里長征，我們才邁出了第一步，所謂一萬年太久，只爭朝夕，我願與在座的各位懷揣夢想與抱負，共上高樓，望盡天涯路!
我的演講到此結束，謝謝!
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