我有一个梦想广播稿

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我有一个梦想广播稿

　　第一篇：我有一个梦想广播稿（中文版）

　　梦想，是我们心中最美好的愿望，是我们为之奋斗的目标，是我们前进的动力。有梦想的人生是光明的，是精彩的，而没有梦想的人生却是黑暗的，乏味的。

我有一个梦想广播稿

　　还记得一句歌词吗?”我知道，我一直有双隐形的翅膀，带我飞，飞过希望，我终于看到所有梦想都开花。”看到它，你是不是觉得有点熟悉呢?对，这就是张韶涵的《隐形的翅膀》。每个人都有双隐形的翅膀，带你飞到想去的地方。你想去何方呢?现在就展开翅膀飞向它吧!

　　说实话，我到现在也没确定自己想飞去何方，因为我的梦想总是在随着年龄的增长而不断的变化，或许，我想做个是十全十美的人吧!

　　曾经，我想当发明家，用奇思妙想改变世界’想当科学家，学好本领，走进科学，看看在神秘的UFO里是不是真的有外星人的存在……我要探索无数未知的秘密，服务社会;想当妙手回春的医生，奇迹般的解除病人的痛苦;拥有艺术，用美丽的创造诗化自己的`人生。

　　现在，我有两个梦想，第一个是想当一名才高八斗的服装设计师，在大街上，走到哪里都能看到人们穿着我设计的衣服愉悦地走着;在衣店里，随处都能看到我设计的衣服挂满了墙壁，而且人们都争先恐后地去买;回到家，打开电视，名模们穿着我新设计的衣服充满自信的做秀;歌星们穿着我设计的服装在舞台上尽情的释放自己的光彩。那一刻，你就会觉得多么的欣慰与自豪啊!

　　我的第二个梦想是当一名万众瞩目的明星，拥有无数人的爱戴，站在金光闪闪，璀璨耀眼的舞台上，在众目睽睽之下，用甜美，悦耳的歌声征服观众。那时，我要用歌声使那些正在生命尽头与咄咄逼人的病魔作斗争的病人感到温暖，用最自信的微笑告诉病魔，你不会就此被他吓倒，你一定会好好活着的;我要用歌声使那些饱受战争洗礼的伊拉克和巴基斯坦的人民感到温暖，用最灿烂的微笑去迎接生活。所以，从现在开始我一定要努力掌握各门知识。

　　让小小的梦想在我们心中萌发生长，让我们展开梦想的翅膀，飞到远方吧!我相信即便是最平凡，最不起眼的梦想，只要我们用一生的努力去追寻它，它就一定会在我们心中开出一朵美丽的花。只有这样，你才能体会生活的意义，过的满足而安详。

　　第一篇：我有一个梦想广播稿（英文版）

　　Five score years ago， a great American， in whose symbolic shadow we stand 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 captivity.

　　But one hundred years later， we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still 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 languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling 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 would be guaranteed the inalienable 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 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 rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

　　It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. 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 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 their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

　　And as we walk， we must make the pledge that we shall 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 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 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 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 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， that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment， 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 slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

　　I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi， a desert state， sweltering with the heat of injustice and 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 of their skin but by the content of their character.

　　I have a dream today.

　　I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama， whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification， will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together 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 with which I return to the South. 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 a 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. 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 peaks 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 every 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!"

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