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篇1：我有一个梦想原文翻译
我有一个梦想原文翻译
原文：
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 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. 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 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.
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!
翻译：
今天，我高兴的同大家一起参加这次将成为我国历史上为争取自由而举行的最伟大的集会。 1前，一位伟大的美国人签署了解放黑奴宣言，今天我们就是在他的雕像前集会。这一庄严宣言犹如灯塔的光芒，给千百万在那摧残生命的不义之火中饱受煎熬的黑奴带来了希望。它之到来犹如欢乐的黎明，结束了束缚黑人的漫漫长夜。
然而100年后的今天，我们必须正视黑人还没有得到自由这一悲惨的事实。100年后的今天，在种族隔离的镣铐和种族歧视的枷锁下，黑人的生活备受压榨。100年后的今天，黑人仍生活在物质充裕的海洋中一个穷困的孤岛上。100年后的今天，黑人仍然萎缩在美国社会的角落里，并且意识到自己是故土家园中的流亡者。今天我们在这里集会，就是要把这种骇人听闻的情况公诸于世。
就某种意义而言，今天我们是为了要求兑现诺言而汇集到我们国家的首都来的。我们共和国的缔造者草拟宪法和独立宣言的气壮山河的词句时，曾向每一个美国人许下了诺言，他们承诺给予所有的人以生存、自由和追求幸福的不可剥夺的权利。
就有色公民而论，美国显然没有实践她的诺言。美国没有履行这项神圣的义务，只是给黑人开了一张空头支票，支票上盖着“资金不足”的戳子后便退了回来。但是我们不相信正义的银行已经破产，我们不相信，在这个国家巨大的机会之库里已没有足够的储备。因此今天我们要求将支票兑现——这张支票将给予我们宝贵的自由和正义保障。
我们来到这个圣地也是为了提醒美国，现在是非常急迫的时刻。现在决非侈谈冷静下来或服用渐进主义的镇静剂的时候。现在是实现民主的诺言时候。现在是从种族隔离的荒凉阴暗的深谷攀登种族平等的光明大道的时候，现在是向上帝所有的儿女开放机会之门的时候，现在是把我们的国家从种族不平等的流沙中拯救出来，置于兄弟情谊的磐石上的时候。
如果美国忽视时间的迫切性和低估黑人的决心，那么，这对美国来说，将是致命伤。自由和平等的爽朗秋天如不到来，黑人义愤填膺的酷暑就不会过去。1963年并不意味着斗争的结束，而是开始。有人希望，黑人只要撒撒气就会满足；如果国家安之若素，毫无反应，这些人必会大失所望的。黑人得不到公民的基本权利，美国就不可能有安宁或平静，正义的光明的一天不到来，叛乱的旋风就将继续动摇这个国家的基础。
但是对于等候在正义之宫门口的心急如焚的人们，有些话我是必须说的。在争取合法地位的过程中，我们不要采取错误的做法。我们不要为了满足对自由的渴望而抱着敌对和仇恨之杯痛饮。我们斗争时必须永远举止得体，纪律严明。我们不能容许我们的具有崭新内容的抗议蜕变为暴力行动。我们要不断地升华到以精神力量对付物质力量的崇高境界中去。
现在黑人社会充满着了不起的新的战斗精神，但是不能因此而不信任所有的'白人。因为我们的许多白人兄弟已经认识到，他们的命运与我们的命运是紧密相连的，他们今天参加游行集会就是明证。他们的自由与我们的自由是息息相关的。我们不能单独行动。
当我们行动时，我们必须保证向前进。我们不能倒退。现在有人问热心民权运动的人，“你们什么时候才能满足？”
只要黑人仍然遭受警察难以形容的野蛮迫害，我们就绝不会满足。
只要我们在外奔波而疲乏的身躯不能在公路旁的汽车旅馆和城里的旅馆找到住宿之所，我们就绝不会满足。
只要黑人的基本活动范围只是从少数民族聚居的小贫民区转移到大贫民区，我们就绝不会满足。
只要密西西比州仍然有一个黑人不能参加选举，只要纽约有一个黑人认为他投票无济于事，我们就绝不会满足。
不！我们现在并不满足，我们将来也不满足，除非正义和公正犹如江海之波涛，汹涌澎湃，滚滚而来。
我并非没有注意到，参加今天集会的人中，有些受尽苦难和折磨，有些刚刚走出窄小的牢房，有些由于寻求自由，曾在居住地惨遭疯狂迫害的打击，并在警察暴行的旋风中摇摇欲坠。你们是人为痛苦的长期受难者。坚持下去吧，要坚决相信，忍受不应得的痛苦是一种赎罪。
让我们回到密西西比去，回到亚拉巴马去，回到南卡罗来纳去，回到佐治亚去，回到路易斯安那去，回到我们北方城市中的贫民区和少数民族居住区去，要心中有数，这种状况是能够也必将改变的。我们不要陷入绝望而不可自拔。
朋友们，今天我对你们说，在此时此刻，我们虽然遭受种种困难和挫折，我仍然有一个梦想，这个梦想深深扎根于美国的梦想之中。
我梦想有一天，这个国家会站立起来，真正实现其信条的真谛：“我们认为真理是不言而喻，人人生而平等。”
我梦想有一天，在佐治亚的红山上，昔日奴隶的儿子将能够和昔日奴隶主的儿子坐在一起，共叙兄弟情谊。
我梦想有一天，甚至连密西西比州这个正义匿迹，压迫成风，如同沙漠般的地方，也将变成自由和正义的绿洲。
我梦想有一天，我的四个孩子将一个不是以他们的肤色，而是以他们的品格优劣来评价他们的国度里生活。
今天，我有一个梦想。我梦想有一天，亚拉巴马州能够有所转变，尽管该州州长现在仍然满口异议，反对联邦法令，但有朝一日，那里的黑人男孩和女孩将能与白人男孩和女孩情同骨肉，携手并进。
今天，我有一个梦想。
我梦想有一天，幽谷上升，高山下降；坎坷曲折之路成坦途，圣光披露，满照人间。
这就是我们的希望。我怀着这种信念回到南方。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，我们将能把这个国家刺耳的争吵声，改变成为一支洋溢手足之情的优美交响曲。
有了这个信念，我们将能一起工作，一起祈祷，一起斗争，一起坐牢，一起维护自由；因为我们知道，终有一天，我们是会自由的。
在自由到来的那一天，上帝的所有儿女们将以新的含义高唱这支歌：“我的祖国，美丽的自由之乡，我为您歌唱。您是父辈逝去的地方，您是最初移民的骄傲，让自由之声响彻每个山岗。”
如果美国要成为一个伟大的国家，这个梦想必须实现！
让自由之声从新罕布什尔州的巍峨的崇山峻岭响起来！
让自由之声从纽约州的崇山峻岭响起来！
让自由之声从宾夕法尼亚州的阿勒格尼山响起来！
让自由之声从科罗拉多州冰雪覆盖的落基山响起来！
让自由之声从加利福尼亚州蜿蜒的群峰响起来！
不仅如此，还要让自由之声从佐治亚州的石岭响起来！
让自由之声从田纳西州的了望山响起来！
让自由之声从密西西比的每一座丘陵响起来！
让自由之声从每一片山坡响起来！
当我们让自由之声响起，让自由之声从每一个大小村庄、每一个州和每一个城市响起来时，我们将能够加速这一天的到来，那时，上帝的所有儿女，黑人和白人，犹太教徒和非犹太教徒，耶稣教徒和天主教徒，都将手携手，合唱一首古老的黑人灵歌：“自由啦！自由啦！感谢全能上帝，我们终于自由啦！”
篇2：语文《我有一个梦想》英文原文
“I Have A Dream”
by Martin Luther King, Jr,
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968
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!”
篇3：我有一个梦想
因此，我想成为一个科学家，成为一个对国家有贡献的人，成为这个国家的栋梁。每当我看到浪费时间的人时，我会为他们感到惋惜;每当我看到灰心丧气的人时，会为他们感到悲哀;每当我看到不务正业的人时，我会感到愤恨。因为他们没有看到自己的价值，没有属于自己的梦想。这样的人生，是没有意义的人生。
而我，至少有一个梦想，一个目标。有了这个梦想，我就会一直努力下去，永不放弃。有了这个梦想，就等于把握了自己的人生航向，不会再迷失方向。有了这个梦想，就好象一盏明灯，照亮了我前进的道路。一直通往胜利的顶峰。
为了这个梦想，我会努力奋斗。也希望人人能向着自己的梦想奋进，寻找属于自己的明天!
篇4：我有一个梦想
一个人静静地坐在陪伴十几个春秋的窗台，算是漫不经心或者更多的是享受这片刻的闲情。不知从什么时候开始，就对这种感觉情有独钟。就这样一个人静静的坐着，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想。没有人指责，没有人订下目标，有的只是自由轻松。可现实好象不允许我这样生活下去。
“死丫头，五点种不起床有你好看。”光听她那独特的音调，就很容易联想到她发现我的一系列动作。伸出右手食指指我几下，然后双手锸腰凶神恶煞的眼神注视我的一举一动。
我不情愿地睁开双眼，抬抬手看看表，凌晨一点零一分。真幸运，上个星期六十二点半就被发现了。娴熟的从窗台上跳下来，拍拍手，扯扯睡衣，迈向卧室的门。
她突然象触电了一样，伸出右手抓住我的右手，惊慌的我毫无征兆的收到来自她左手的一巴掌。惊鄂的看着她一脸的理所当然。我也就每周六晚坐这里，碍她吃饭，碍她睡觉了。但很快就平静下来了，左手摸摸被打的地方，双唇轻轻的咬着下嘴唇，遥遥头。这有什么好惊讶的，司空见惯，这次不个是升级版罢了。也许，冥冥之中已经注定，右手抓我右手，左手打我脸，我左手摸我的脸。不论是右手与右手，还是左手与左手，都不会组成一双完美的手。
挣脱开她的手，抬起左脚准备走向卧室，爸爸的声音响起。
“丫头，不要生你妈的气，明年高考，你妈单位小王叔叔的孩子考。”
“我不够努力吗?”无力的打断他的话。他们把我当什么，与别人比拼的工具。左脚落地，右脚离地。
卧室的灯格外刺眼，闭上眼睛倚靠在门后，直到澎湃的血液归于平静。慢慢的睁开眼睛，墙壁上那些名牌大学画越来越清晰。那些是妈妈的梦想，强加在我身上的理想。身体慢慢的往下滑，坐在地板上抱着头埋在膝间。其实，我也有一个梦想，梦想有一点时间能静静的坐在一个地方，累了就躺下，困了就睡下。
篇5：我有一个梦想
梦想，如天上闪闪发光的繁星，布满天边，数也数不过来。有的人有许多梦想，总是换来换去。而我，却只有一个伟大的梦想————教师。
教师是一项伟大的职业，因为有了老师，才会有国家的栋梁；才会有现在的发展，如果没有教师，那么，我们将会有一个意想不到的“惊喜”————会落入世界的最下层。
教师，他如丝丝春雨，滋润着世间万物，哺育着可爱的生命，创造了无尽的财富，谱写了许多优美的乐章；教师又如一座巍峨的大山，里面蕴藏着许多奇珍异宝，从而又无私的奉献了出来，哺育着我们逐渐成长，强壮了我们的身心，让我们在知识的海洋中漫游。
如果我长大以后能做教师，我一定会去山区的地方教书，因为山区那儿的孩子很少有人上学，大多在家中帮父母干活。他们十分希望上学。这让我想起一本书————《马燕日记》。我要让他们知道学习的好处，让一些辍学的孩子重新回到学校。
我一定会为这个梦想而努力，为这个梦想而奋斗。总有一天，我一定会让更多的孩子学习。
篇6：我有一个梦想
如果可以承担生命的嘱托，我希望那个人就是我。我的梦想就是做一名医生，能妙手回春，尽一个医生的职责。
在人类与疾病的斗争史上，有多少可怜的人死于非命。生命就是这样脆弱，无法与无情的病魔抗争。但是，哪里有处在病痛中的人，哪里就有白衣战士的'身影。他们奉献着自己的青春去温暖世道；他们伸出自己的双手去挽救垂危的生命。
我敬仰他们，我敬佩他们。我的梦想就是像钟南山一样，像华益慰一样，像千千万万默默奉献在与病魔抗争第一线的医务工作者一样，为人类的健康事业而奋斗。
我有一个梦想，一个扎根与心中的梦想。我要上医学院，我要做一名白衣战士，我要用双手让病痛中的人获得他们最快乐的笑容。我有一个梦想，我要挽救这些垂危的生命，让人间充满快乐的面容。我有一个梦想，一生只做一件事，那就是对得起病人；我有一个梦想，用一生向世人诠释什么是医者；我有一个梦想，爱人，知人。医乃仁术，大医有魂；我有一个梦想，成为医术高超与人格高尚的完美结合，用尽心血，不负生命的嘱托。
篇7：我有一个梦想
我有一个梦想：长大以后，当-个世界顶级的服装设计师，我要设计出既时尚又舒适的服装，让所有人都穿上自己喜欢的衣服
我会到世界各地搜集最好的面料，面料是做出美丽衣服的基础，我买来的特殊的面料和普通面料可是不-祥的，它可以根据人的身材不同，所处的地域温度不同，来调整舒话度，不管高矮胖瘦，穿上我设计的衣服，都会有自己独一无二的美丽效果。我还有一台高科技设备，我向它输入我的设计稿，再将选好的布料放上去，它就能自动将衣服打印出来。当然，最出彩的还是我手工设计缝制的点晴之处，它可是我区别于-般设计师的地方。我的设计有一个漂亮的logo，服装品牌就叫“Belle”。
做好了衣服，就要展示给大家，我还设计了一个属于自己的服装展示T台，舞台布置精美，灯光更是增添了气氛，来看秀的观众坐在有按摩功能的椅子上，服务员会送上精心准备的食物和饮料。椅子的设计也是有科技感的，它可以横空升起来，让大家能更加清楚的欣赏到股装的设计
我一个人可是忙不过来，我还有一两个精明的助手，她们来帮助我准备我需要的材料和安排服装秀的事情，对了，我还有一个聪明的机器人帮手，它可以随时储存我所有的设计灵感。
"叮铃铃”清晨的闹钟将我从睡梦中唤醒，“原来一切都是一场梦啊！”我揉了揉惺忪的睡眼，赶紧起床准备上学去，我现在要好好的学习，为了我的梦想而努力。
篇8：我有一个梦想
梦，这个词让人觉得遥不可及。我认为这永远不会实现。但是每个人都有自己的梦想，而且他们可能在不同的时间有不同的梦想。
过去，我的梦想是成为一名警察，因为我觉得在电视剧里当警察很好。我也要亲自抓那些犯法的人！
然而，当我读报纸时，它说那些贫困山区的孩子没有书可读，没有人愿意教他们在哪里读书和写字。我的梦想已经改变了。我想快点长大。我希望我能成为一名教师。然后我可以去贫困山区教孩子们读书。
在过去的两年里，我的梦想也变了，变得更加遥不可及。因为当我在电视上听到：2008年四川汶川地震，2010年青海玉树地震，甘肃泥石流，洪水等等。虽然自然灾害是无情的，但人是有感情的。中国人民永远不会放弃任何拯救生命的机会。我被这种真实的感觉感动了。那一刻，我的梦想不再是成为一名警察或教师。我希望我能有一双翅膀，和中国人一起飞离这个多灾多难的地方。飞到一个永远不会有自然灾害的和谐的地方。
梦离我真的很远吗？
我不会回答，可能真的很远，也可能很近。然而，我知道每个人都必须有梦想，因为只要有梦想，就有追求的目标，这样我们才能朝着目标前进，变得更好。
现在，我的梦想不再遥远。我的梦想只是进入一所理想的高中。所以我设定了这个目标，我想实现这个目标，首先，我必须努力学习，我知道我将能够实现这个梦想......
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