我有一个梦想演讲稿

我有一个梦想

每个人都有自己的梦想,也许你的梦想是当一名为人民服务的警察,或是一名能说会道的记者、导游。而我的梦想是当一名人民教师。我认为老师是非常神圣的,非常伟大的。是老师,把一个不懂事的孩子教育成一个尊敬师长,明事理的好孩子;是老师,把一个贪玩的孩子培养成一个勤学好问,力求上进的好学生。老师用知识甘露,浇开学生理想的花朵,用心灵的清泉润育学生情操的美果。如果把学生比作祖国的花朵,那老师就是一位园丁,老师为祖国的花朵修枝剪叶,施肥除草,使祖国的花朵茁壮成长。如果把学生比作迷失方向的羔羊,那老师就是那位指路人,老师为学生指明方向,使学生明确自己的方向。

所以,我的梦想是当老师。老师能够为祖国、为人民培养出人才,作出贡献。小时候,我有过许多梦想,有美丽的文学梦,有缤纷的明星梦,也有美妙的设计师的梦。长大后,我从不断的学习中,找到了我真正的梦想,找到了能够为祖国、为人民作出贡献的梦想,那就是当老师。

我想,以我现在的知识基础,想要实现我的梦想,那简直就是痴心妄想。所以,我一定要好好学习,在课前做好预习,课堂中认真听讲,课后认真复习,还要多读课外书,也要养成良好的道德品质,毕竟有美好的品格也是做老师的一个基本原则。

我知道,再多灿烂的话语也只不过是一瞬间的智慧与激情,只有努力学习才是开在成功之路上的鲜花。所以,我一定会好好学习,努力奋斗,为实现我的梦想而努力学习。我相信,梦想虽然很遥远,但只要坚持下去,行动起来,就一

定会有实现的一天!

我有一个梦想

女孩兰又做了同样的梦。梦中的她戴着一条洁白的哈达,摇着转经筒,

轻快地走在高原上,轻轻一伸手,似乎已摸着了天堂?? 那是她的一个秘密。自从两年前看见了一张关于西藏的图片,她就爱上了青藏高原,并幻想着有一天能生活在那里。于是,她查阅了家中和学校所有关于西藏的图书和资料,收集了许多青藏高原的风景图片,每晚做着同样的梦。

在别人看来,兰算是一个幸运的女孩,有一个职位很高的父亲和一位温柔贤惠的母亲,家境又富裕。在学校,她的成绩一直名列前茅,再加上温和的脾气,所以无论老师还是同学,都十分喜欢这个既聪明又漂亮的女孩。可他们谁也不知道兰的心事,包括她的父母。他们只知道兰收集了很多西藏的风景图片,只知道她常常对着那些风景图片发呆,只知道她就要考大学了。

日子如流水般匆匆而过,转眼,兰迎来了人生的第一次大转折——高考。父亲鼓励她上科大,因为科大是本地区的名牌大学,可她却轻轻地吐出了藏在心中两年多的秘密,“我想报考西藏大学。”兰说道。

“不行,你必须考科大。”父亲想也没想便吼出了这句话。母亲连忙打圆场:“先别说这个,兰明天还得考试呢。”父女二人闹得不欢而散。

虽说与父亲发生争执影响了情绪,可兰凭着平时扎实的功底,仍很顺利地考完了全场。考试过后,兰的父母开始苦

口婆心地劝说女儿,可兰只说了一句“那是我的梦想”,便不再言语。她的亲友、老师都不明白,是什么原因使这个文静的女孩要千里迢迢去西藏那个苦地方受罪。他们轮番来做她的思想工作,而她只是痴痴地望着风景图片上的雪山、草地和牦牛群,幽幽地说道:“那是我的梦想。”亲友们见她如此“执迷不悟”,都摇头叹息着走了。

兰病了,因为父亲骗她说已经将她的档案寄到了科大。她烧了三天,整个人像是在云雾里,迷糊中,她好像又看见自己走在青藏高原上。仍是那条哈达,还是那个转经筒,轻轻地一伸手,便摸着了天堂。眼睛里痒痒的,感觉有泪轻轻地滑过面颊,而后,她又像听见母亲在叫她的乳名:“兰儿,好起来吧,好起来以后你爱上哪儿就上哪儿,你爸骗你的,档案没寄??”后来的话她没等听清,便沉沉地睡去了。

两个月后,兰像一只轻盈的鸟儿,飞向心中向往已久的那块土地,她的梦想,她的天堂。

我有一个梦想

亲爱的老师同学,大家好,今天我演讲的题目是《我有一个梦想》!

改革开放的脚步继续向前迈着,社会正以着我们难以我们难以想象的速度向前发展着,09年浑厚的钟声已经敲响,第一批90后已经步入成年的殿堂。这一美妙的事实,犹如百花的香气,迎接着生机勃勃的春天,这一时刻的到来,犹如新的一天,充满了未知,面临着挑战。

然而,20xx年的今天,我们必须正视90一代正被人质疑这一事实。

人们都说,90后是最幸福的一代,有着父母无限的疼爱,有着数不尽的零花钱,有着80后没有的高科技。可是90后的悲哀谁能懂,每天都是家--学校--家三点一线。残酷的中国教育体制正努力的剥削着我们,可是我们没有被压垮,我们以我们的形式度过着属于我们的青春,这是一个叛逆的青春!放浪不羁的外表里我们承受着父母的期望,以及社会的质疑,还过年幼的我们本不该过早的拥有这么大的心理负担,可是社会不顾后果的将他们压在了我们的身上,现在还反过来对我们说:“你们是被压垮的一代。”

由于和国际接轨,我们这一代正不断的与日本,美国的孩子做着对比,对比的结果是我们这一代是处在茫茫黑夜看不到光明的一代,那些所谓的教育专家们不断的发表文章调侃着我们,可是他们却面对中国的教育无计可施!我不禁要问,到底是什么造就了与众不同的我们!

我有一个梦想,这个梦想是深深扎根于90年一代的梦想中的。

我梦想有一天,这个社会真正的了解我们,理解我们。 我梦想有一天,90后的孩子能和父母坐在一起,彼此了解,互相沟通。

我梦想有一天,甚至连校园这个囚牢般的地方,也将变成欢乐和自由的天堂。

我梦想有一天,老师将不完全是以我们的成绩,而是以我们的品格优劣来评定我们的好坏。

我梦想有一天,社会对我们不在质疑,我们的天空不再乌云密布,阳光初露,架起一道彩虹,闪亮人间!

这就是我的希望,我希望我们脱下放浪不羁的外衣,以

真诚的面孔示人,有了这个信念,我们将能从绝望之岭劈出一块希望之石。有了这个信念,我们将能把校园中痛苦的埋怨,变成一支欢乐向上的交响曲。有了这个信念,我们将能快乐学习,快乐成长!

在欢乐到来的那一天,90后所有的孩子将以一种新的心态度过着美丽的青春。

同学们,让我们播下梦想的种子。

即使自己只是一滴水,有了梦想,也能汇成无际的大海. 即使自己只是一朵云,有了梦想,也能凝成高远的天空。 即使自己只是一朵花,有了梦想,也能盛开美丽的春天! 我有一个梦想

几十年前,美国著名的黑人民权解放运动领导者---马丁路德.金,在台上演绎了他那举世闻名的演说<<我有一个梦想>>,也就是因为这演说,才能够使他在领导黑人民权解放运动中取得胜利.也就是由于这演说,从而成就了他人生的辉煌.

然而几十年后的今天,我以同样的激情站在这台上,一同样的希望来演绎不同的自我,已同样的热情来追逐不同的梦想.

早在几年前的申奥成功中,我们国人都怀着同一个梦想走进2008,走进北京.怀着满腔热情的心进入奥运.都怀这一颗希望、一颗期待、一颗喜悦之心,为奥运的到来而欢呼.从那一刻起,奥运与梦想同行,梦想追随着奥运,奥运点缀着梦想.而也仅只有奥运才能实现这梦想,也仅只有梦想才能使奥运来得更美、走得更好、办得更火.

同一个世界,同一个梦想.同一首歌,给了我们同样的感受.同一的奥运带给我们同样的快乐.同样的岁月留下不同的回

忆.同样的日子展示不同的中华大地.

我相信,只要我们用实际行动来为奥运添砖加瓦,我们的奥运将会办得更加完美.

只要我们用一颗仁爱之心来迎接、筹办奥运,我们的奥运将会办得更加和谐.

只要我们用一颗友爱的心来规划比赛,我们的奥运将会办得更加精彩.

只要我们都心存感恩,奥运将会变得更有价值与意义. 朋友们,不要以为做了这些就很完美了,只要我们还存在于万物之中,我们就决不能满足.因此今天我还有一个梦想,这个梦想一直深深地扎根于每一个热爱奥运的人的心中.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,奥运精神将得到升华,真正实现这一教条的真谛.我们认为这些真理不言自明:人人生而平等.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,奥运不再那样摇不可及.每个人都能身披战袍,驰骋赛场.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,奥运精神能走进千家万户,走进世界的每个角落.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,不管是在一望无际的撒哈拉沙漠,还是在冰天雪地的珠穆琅玛峰上,都将成为奥运会的举办地.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,选手们之间的残酷竞争将化成一种致密友善的技术切磋.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,在奥运的赛场上,将会用欢笑来取代所有的不和谐.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,所有的选手都能情同手足,

携手并进,共创辉煌.

我有一个梦想,终有一天,全世界的人共同来筹办一次奥运会,共同追逐同样的梦想,共同祈祷世界的和平、繁荣与昌盛.

这就是我们的希望,只有怀着这种信念,我们才能越走越好,只有怀着这种信念,我们的世界才能永远漂浮着祥和的云彩.只有怀着这种信念,我们才能一同祈祷,一同祝福,一同追求,一同实现大同世界的和平与安宁.

我有一个梦想

今天,我要在这里,在这样一个神圣而光荣的地方,抒发我的一个梦想,一个在我心中埋藏多年的梦想.

一百多年前,华夏巨龙悄然沉睡,她的子民也因此受到几千年来从未有过的蹂躏和屈辱,但是,漫漫历史长河所积淀下来的铮铮铁骨的中国人,从未向任何敌人低过头,先辈们永载史册的顽强斗争犹如一面面鲜明的旗帜指引着我们。

从康有为长长的变法卷章到孙中山辛亥革命的枪声,从国民革命军的北伐到中国工农红军的万里长征,先辈们用他们的鲜血见证了历史的艰辛旅程。

新中国刚刚诞生之时,祖国的千疮百孔,一片破败让所有人都欲哭无泪,可是,我们不相信繁荣的大门已经关上,富强的工厂已经破产,昌盛的银行已经倒闭,勤劳勇敢的中国人又一次向历史,向命运递上了挑战书。短短五十余年,祖国以前所未有的速度、佳绩让整个世界刮目相看。华夏巨龙已经苏醒,并将以迅雷不及掩耳之势包举宇内,并吞八荒。

今天,我有一个梦想,我梦想有一天我们会踏着先辈们的足迹,完成他们未竟的事业。

今天,我有一个梦想,我梦想我们勇往直前的信念会填平历史积怨的沟壑,造就出一条通向成功的金光大道。

今天,我有一个梦想,我梦想所有正与饥饿做不懈斗争的同胞们都能摆脱贫困,丰衣足食。

这便是我的梦想。

让我的梦想洒遍黑龙江分外妖娆的林海雪原;让我的梦想洗礼江南温润而泽的殷殷水乡;让我的梦想穿透横断巍峨屹立的崇山峻岭;让我的梦想覆盖荡金山浩瀚无垠的荒戈大漠。

让我的梦想与空中的雄鹰一起振翅翱翔;让我的梦想与东海的战舰一起乘风破浪;让我的梦想与呼伦贝儿的骏马一起并骥狂奔;让我的梦想与澎湖列岛的台风一起席卷狂澜。

千年风雨若刀锋

中华热血犹殷红

乾坤历经千秋雪

华夏堪称卧万龙

待到我梦想实现的那一天,我将与所有的炎黄子孙一起大声高呼:团结万岁;人民万岁;祖国万岁!

我有一个梦想

在悄无声息的日子里,时间流逝,日月如梭,日历一天天地翻过。转眼间,我告别了那段缠绵的雨季,踏进了多姿多彩的15岁的大门。当脸上长出了青春痘,当笔下流淌出多愁善感的小诗,当心中有大干一场的冲动时,我意识到,青春已来到我的身边。于是,我有一个梦想:为青春着色。

有时,青春是一杯香浓的咖啡,只有细细品味,才能领悟到青春的味道;有时,青春是一簇沁人心脾的鲜花,只有

静静嗅闻,才能体会出青春的芳香;有时,青春是一首轻快的音乐,只有陶醉其中,才能感受到青春的韵律;有时,青春是一个变幻无穷的魔方,只有仔细琢磨,才能参透青春千变万化的奥秘。

其实,我的梦想很容易实现。上帝早已为我们准备好了五彩的画笔,让我们自己调配出心仪的青春色调。红色,奔放热情,代表激情活跃的青春;白色,单纯而圣洁,代表经受不起一丝污染的青春;金色,灿烂辉煌,受人瞩目,代表活泼善交,内心充满阳光青春;蓝色,宁静而清新,象征着海洋和苍穹,代表理智不拘一格的青春.

但什么样的青春才是我的选择?我不知所措地环顾四周,身边的每个人都有自己独特的个性,走着自己独特的道路:在林荫小道上散步,你可曾找到过两块形状完全相同的石块?在森林中徘徊,你可曾寻到过两片相同的叶子?这就是大自然的鬼斧神工。对,上苍赋予每个人独有的个性和独一无二的灵魂。我相信,青春本是“放荡不羁”的,但社会的一些条理规矩束缚了它,使它不能完美地展现我们的性格。可我知道,青春拥有无尽的生气,那些羁绊终究是不能束缚它的。我们有着勃勃的豪情,孜孜的追求。是太阳,就应该发光放热;是雄鹰,就应该展翅搏击天空。这便是青春的本色。

或许,晴朗的天空偶尔会下一场雨,但那也是一场七彩太阳雨。青春中的我们,有快乐、有失意,有欢笑、有泪水,但这都是我们成长的足迹。青春的颜色是赤橙黄绿,阳光下,我们的生活应该七彩斑谰。

何必问更喜欢哪一种颜色?又何必问喜欢哪一种青春?

它们不都具有诱人的魅力吗?

我有一个梦想,就是为青春着色。不管浓或淡,只要握住手中的画笔,蘸上属于自己的颜色,那么你眼中的色彩就是青春的色彩。就让我们握住手中的画笔,努力奋斗,创造自己的命运,为青春着色!

 

第二篇:我有一个梦想英文演讲稿

I have a dream

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.

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.

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 of Pennsylvania.

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.

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!

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