親愛的老師同學，大家好：
今天我演講的題目是《我有一個夢想》。
當09年渾厚的鐘聲敲響時，第一批90後已經步入成年的殿堂。這一美妙的事實，猶如百花的香氣，迎接著生機勃勃的春天;這一時刻的到來，猶如新的一天，充滿了未知，面臨著挑戰。
然而，09年的今天，我們必須正視90一代正被人質疑這一事實。
有人說我們不務正業，有人說我們這一代是頹廢的一代，更有甚者罵我們是人渣、自私的極端主義、社會的敗類。他們因為看到一部分90後人的張揚，而否定了所有90後的人，
我不知道他們為什麼會對我們做出這樣的評判，也許，他們看到的只是90後的冰山一角吧!但這並不能說明什麼，也不能成為我們所有90後的代表。
我要替所有被無辜扣上罵名的90後向他們證明，90後也有我們的夢想，也有我們的驕傲，而這驕傲與自私無關!
看看那場的玉樹大地震，我們90後勇敢的身影，堅強的笑臉，拼搏的精神，成為災區一道靚麗的風景線。在地震來臨後，翻山越嶺趕到災區，盡力挖廢墟，努力救災民;得知父母遇難的訊息，勇敢的面對現實;身邊的同學，聽到玉樹地震的訊息，主動捐出自己的零花錢，看看校園裡大多數90後勤勉、上進、求知的態度。
他們看到90後為自己的夢想頑強拼搏了嗎?他們看到眾多90後中勤奮的學生，用努力的學習，辛勤的汗水換來了最優異的成績了嗎?
90後，不是頹唐的一代，我們也有自己的志向，也有自己的生活方式，我們也愛自己的祖國，我們也有同情心。
如果中國都對90後失去了希望，我想90後的我們也會對中國失去希望，為什麼世人就不能跨越那個看不見的代溝，用心了解我們，用心愛我們呢?
我呼籲所有的90後，用實力向世人證明，我們有信心，我們有實力，我們是無與倫比的!我們必將挑起歷史的重擔，實現祖國的強大!
我夢想有一天，社會對我們不在質疑，我們的天空不再烏雲密布，陽光初露，架起一道彩虹，閃亮人間!有了這個信念，我們將能從絕望之嶺劈出一塊希望之石。
有了這個信念，我們將能把校園中痛苦的埋怨，變成一支歡樂向上的交響曲。有了這個信念，我們將能快樂學習，快樂成長!
在歡樂到來的那一天，90後所有的孩子將以一種新的心態度過美麗的青春。
同學們，讓我們播下夢想的種子
即使自己只是一滴水，有了夢想，也能匯成無際的大海.
即使自己只是一朵雲，有了夢想，也能凝成高遠的天空。
即使自己只是一朵花，有了夢想，也能盛開美麗的春天!
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!
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 bad 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. so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
in a sense we have 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. so we have 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 quick sands 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. 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. 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. they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. we cannot walk alone.
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 the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only". 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. some of you have come from areas where your 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, 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, live up to 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 children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color if 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 governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down 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, 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. 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.
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 pilgrims’ pride, from every mountainside let freedom ring.
and if america is to be a great nation this must become true. 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 of pennsylvania! let freedom ring from the snowcapped 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!
when we let 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!”
【勵志導讀】遠大的夢想，或者說理想是一個人偉大的目標。雖然擁有夢想，你不一定成功，但如果你沒有夢想，成功對你而言就無從談起啦。所以說夢想是很重要的。
大家好，我叫xxx，是來自物理學院的，在這裡我也吹下水：
為了自己的夢想，我們會聚一堂，人生不能沒有了夢想，夢想真的有這么重要嗎?
下面請聽一個故事，然後再討論它重不重要。相信大家對這個故事不會感到陌生。
傳說在一個工地上有三個工人在一堵砌牆，有一個路過的人問道："你們在乾什麼啊?" 第一個人沒好氣地說："你瞎的嗎?在砌牆唄!" 第二個人抬頭笑了笑說："我們在蓋高樓大廈。" 第三個人邊乾邊哼歌曲，笑容滿面地說："嘿，我們正在建設一座城市。"
十年後，第一個人在另一個工地上砌牆， 第二個人坐在辦工室里畫圖紙，他成了工程師； 第三個人呢，不用說啦，當然是另外兩個的老闆了。
好了故事聽完了，我們再回到議題，夢想是不是真的很重要。
三個原本一樣境遇的人，對一個問題的三種不同回答，展現了他們不同的人生理想。
十年後還在砌牆的那個人胸無大志；當上工程師的那位，夢想比較現實；成為老闆的那位，志向高遠。
我們可以看到，夢想最終決定了他們的命遠。想得最遠也走得最遠，沒有想法的只能是原地踏步。
所以說，夢想是人生的奮鬥目標，是一個人力量的源泉，精神上的支柱。 ； ； ；
每當你感到疲憊不堪，步履維艱的時候，夢想就像沙漠中的綠洲，讓你看到了希望；每當你遇到挫折時，心情沮喪的時候，夢想又如破曉的朝日。驅散滿天的陰霾。
因此，遠大的夢想，或者說理想是一個人偉大的目標。雖然擁有夢想，你不一定成功，但如果你沒有夢想，成功對你而言就無從談起啦。所以說夢想是很重要的。
我希望大家可以不斷地超越自己的夢想，實現自己心中一個又一個夢想。為自己的人生寫下輝煌的篇章。
我的夢想可沒有前面的同學那么偉大，那么浪漫華麗，特別是能做ppt的同學，他們的手藝真的不錯啊。我真的好羨慕她們啊。
我的夢想只是做一名企業家，辦許多工廠，好讓不斷劇增的失業人仕提供一份工作，如果我的夢想真的實現了，我還會盡力去援助那些貧困的人們，僅此而已。
好了最後讓我們攜手並進，放飛我們心中的夢想，為將來的成功而奮鬥吧!!
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