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第一篇：《我有一个梦想》英语演讲稿

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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!”

第二篇：我有一个梦想英语演讲稿

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.

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.

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!

第三篇：我有一个梦想英语演讲稿

Everyone has a dream. I often ask myself. When I was a little boy, I wanted to be a soldier with a gun so that I could defend our motherland.Now I am a young boy with a new dream――to be a doctor. I want to be a famous doctor, helping the sick and saving their lives.

I also saw some people who were suffering and dying of ill-nesses. I made up my mind to become a doctor, so that I can help the sick people and cure them of their diseases. China is a develop-ing country. She needs good medicine and good doctors, especially in the countryside and lonely villages.

I want to try my best to help the poor sick people of our country. I want to let them have an opportunity to receive excel-lent treatments for their illnesses without having to pay much or any money.

I'll do every bit to cure the incurable. I hope to see a world where there is no cancer, no Aids, no fatal diseases. I'm confident that through the joint efforts of you and me, man will put an end to his bodily sufferings and this dream of mine will one day be brought into reality.

第四篇：我有一个梦想演讲稿

各位老师、各位同学：

大家好!

各位有没有注意观察一下我们的校园，比如在打饭时，很多人拿着饭盒满怀期待的排着队，突然，只见耗子似的一些人左边窜进来一个，右边挤进来一个，下边又冒出来一个，上边又跳下来一个，数个耗子的插队，把一列整齐的队伍弄得混乱不堪，长达“万里”。还有，远远看着两人并肩前行，又突然一个人憋起了猴屁股般的红脸，进而一连串的脏话，但杀了我也想不出为什么他们还引以为豪?难道是拥有一种臭脸皮的潇洒吗?

当然，那些拿着手里的垃圾去恶意攻击无辜的垃圾筒的，将含在嘴里浓而淡黄的液体屡次抛弃的，在我们的风景里已经很普通了。当然，这些行为也在无意中锻炼了我们的反应能力，敏捷度，还有精准的眼力。比如我们会躲避那些地面上的浓痰，会先精确的判断出空气中那些肆意飞扬的鼻涕纸的飞来方向，再一个移形幻影，躲开。

这样，我有一个疯狂的梦想。

我有一个梦想，每个餐厅多放几只猫，这样插队的耗子们便不敢来排队，我们也就不会再排那样长达万里的队列。

我有一个梦想，将那些不堪入耳的话语变成男高音的歌声吧，这样，我们每天每时每刻都可以欣赏到高雅的艺术。

我有一个梦想，将那些浓痰变成仙丹吧!这样凡它于口中的人便不会吐出，反而会欣喜地咽下!

我有一个梦想，将空中肆意飞扬的鼻涕纸变成钞票吧!这样……我就不用说了吧，希望你们在抢钱时一定要注意安全!

想想看，我们生活会多么美好啊，满地都是仙丹，钞票漫飞，当然还有在歌声中追耗子的猫。

可是，上帝不高兴，就在我腚后狠狠打下一闪电，然后冲着我脸就是一巴掌，说：“你神经发育不正常，你的梦想不会实现”

是啊，我真该重新做梦，寻找新的梦想。

我，于是跪在那些人面前深切地冲他们说：

“我有一个梦想，希望耗子你快变成人吧!

我有一个梦想，希望你还是去以猴屁股红的脸当个红绿灯吧!

我有一个梦想，希望你把痰还是咽下去吧!

我有一个梦想，鼻涕纸们还是肆意地飞去吧!”

说完，我就一顿痛揍，鼻青脸肿地跪在地上无可奈何，上帝又来了，对我说：“年轻人，为何不试着讲道德呢?”

道德?道德是什么?这一字条在字典那一页?它在世界上还存在吗?感觉道德是一艘通往黑海的船只，是飞往黑洞的宇宙飞船，它还能起作用吗?

上帝却说：“你可以试试。”

于是我又找到他们跪下，准备说道德，但道德二字还未出口，又是一顿痛揍。

鉴于此，我的最后一个梦想已经确定了，那群人千万别是你们。

但是我仍然坚信：

我们的道德，决不是通往黑三角的船只，决不是飞往黑洞的飞船，它就在我字典上的第399页，它就是明天喷薄升起的太阳，照耀大地，它就是通往成功大门的铺满红地毯的大道，笔直向前，它还是我们在座次每一个人在未来必须长有一个绝对不可缺少的器官，我们应该没有任何借口把它永远当一颗心脏来看待，未来需要你们对于此的承诺，就在此时举起拳头――发誓吧!

第五篇：我有一个梦想英文演讲稿

It’s my great honor to stand here to share my speech with you. Today the topic of my speech is: The Pursuit of Dream.

Now let’s think of our old days as we were students in primary schools. Have you ever remembered that the teachers often ask questions as “what’s your dream?”, or “what are you want to be in the future?” and what’s your answer in that childish and fantastic age? Has anyone of you answered like this: “I want to be a painter”, or “I want to be a scientist”, or “I plan to be a police”?

A few years later, we start our new journey of study in high schools and become mature and practical in our mind. Then, have you ever changed your dreams? If so, what’s it?

But now, I think, most of us become down-to-earth and the dream is more practical than before. However, have you taken actions to pursue your dream? Are you working hard enough to make your dream come true?

As for myself, I have dreamed to be an excellent police in high school due to there are so many thefts in my hometown while they are seldom caught. Sooner I have realized how ridiculous am I and now I turn to realistic: I just want to be a translator.

How do I pursue my dream?

First of all, I try my best to correct the pronunciation and read the textbook or other English magazines such as: English weekly, English salon and the like. I try to do this day by day. Now I have improved my reading ability a lot and it also enlarged my vocabulary.

Secondly, I often do some translating extension and embrace my teacher’s suggestion. It benefits me much.

Last but not the least, I realize my dream by reading Chinese literature. Maybe you will say it’s what the Chinese major students should do. If you say so, you are badly wrong. For as an English major student, how can you know others well if you even don’t familiar with your country? On the other hand, it also benefits me in translation and writing.

In a word, I have already working in my dream. What about you?

That’s all. Thank you.

第六篇：《我有一个梦想》英文演讲稿

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.

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 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.

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!

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