最新以梦想为题的演讲稿（精选8篇）
梦想是什么?是一朵绚烂、美丽、长开不败的春花。它婀娜多姿，随风婆娑起舞，月光下还留下了娇小的影子。
梦想是什么?是一眼泉水，一眼长流不息的泉水。朱熹有曰：“问渠那得清如许，为有源头活水来。”所以说：梦想如泉是纯洁的，不加一丝功利色彩。
梦想是什么?是一座高而险的山。只有锐意进取，不懈奋斗，永不停息，才有可能登上最高最美的顶峰。
梦想是什么?是一只海燕。在心灵的海面上骄傲的翱翔，是一种美、一种积极。
梦想是什么?是一弯新月，是缺憾。不是所有的梦想都会实现，失望和不完满才是它的大部分。正因为如此我们才努力让它完满、没有缺憾。
梦想是什么?是好多好多的山，过了这一座还有那一座，真是“正入万山圈子里，一山放过一山拦。”但是，我们没有放弃，我们深信在山的那边，是海，是广阔无边的海。
梦想是什么?是回环曲折的小路。常常会走出正确的路线，但只要把持住自己，就不会误入歧途。
梦想是什么?是虚无漂渺的天上的街市。也许它本身就很可笑，本身就不可能实现，但是在一个孩子的稚嫩的心田里，在一颗天真的纯洁的童心面前，梦想是快乐、幸福和美好，是一种向往。
梦想是什么?只有我们自己知道，只有自己体会的到。因为人生的路上，给我们许多感悟!
尊敬的老师、同学们：
大家好!
雨后的天空即使没有彩虹，我也一样可以走向天空的彼岸。
人生是一场马拉松，越到最后便越能看出一个人的毅力和坚强。为了梦想，我们奔跑着，一路挥洒我们的汗水;为了梦想，我们坚持着，手握着那一份可贵的执着大步迈开双腿;为了梦想，我们努力着，迎着初升的朝阳拥抱明天……然而，在追梦的路上，失败、挫折不断地阻挠着我们，身边人们怀疑的目光处处包围着我们，能冲破这重重阻碍到达终点的，又有多少人呢?虽然很艰难，但我想做那其中的一个。
我想成为一名作家，哪怕居无定所、四处漂泊。哪怕只是一个小小的流浪作家我也心满意足。我想呆在世界的某一个角落，阳光能够照耀到的舒适的角落里安安静静地写作，用我的笔书写一个个宁静却又轰轰烈烈的青春故事，而已。但是，虽然如此，我还是在向着那的结局不断努力着，前进着。我想要看见成功时满地的鲜花和人们的声声祝福，我会把我最美好的心愿写在蓝天的脸上，我要让在这片蓝天下的所有人都看见我的愿望。
做到这样很难吗?不，其实很简单，只要向着一个你认定的方向执着地走下去，总有一天你会看见等待在那里的你想要的一切美丽的东西。你会看见你的家人脸上溢满幸福，他们以你为自豪，以你为骄傲!那时的你，会面带自信的微笑面对世界，然后大声地说：“我做到了，我是成功者!”
追寻梦想的途中，孤单、寂寞总是无时无刻不在包围着你。离开了家，我们踏上征途，又有谁可以依靠呢?可以依靠的当然只有我们自己。不要觉得伤心难过，当你有时间黯然神伤，你的竞争对手早已在远方给你抛下一个嘲笑般的背影。你要咬着牙告诉自己：就算全世界都不能给予你任何帮助，你也可以坚强地一直走下去!是的，无论如何，最可靠的、最值得信赖的、最值得依赖的人始终是你自己，你要记住这一点。
有时悲伤和挫败就像铺天盖地的大雨，在你的世界里肆虐。风雨过后，也许并没有美丽的七色彩虹祝你一臂之力，但不要为此停留，要相信你的力量胜过一切，我们会凭着自己的实力走向天空的彼岸!
逐梦，请不要停下你的脚步。
谢谢大家!
Martin Luther King, Jr.: "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. 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 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."¹
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."²
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!
尊敬的各位老师，亲爱的同学们：
大家好!
今天我演讲的主题是梦想。
雄鹰展翅搏击一片广阔的蓝天，大树张臂撑开一片凉爽的晴空，花儿绽放开出一片绚丽的天地。而我却要自己的梦想去开辟一片属于我自己的天空。
我得感谢上苍是它赐予我永恒的生命，让我降临于滚滚红尘中，能够去感受父母的深切关爱，能够去享受无限的家庭温馨;我更感谢书本，是他让我在知识的海洋里遨游，让我感受到了文化的魅力与生命的美好。
记得在我牙牙学语时，父母就开始念叨：“书山有路勤为径，学海无涯苦作舟”。这大概也是我对书本最初也是最早的诠释吧!再稍微长大一点，天真幼稚的我便早已是满脑子的抱负与理想，也为此付出了心血与汗水。
梦想是美好的，是让人自豪的。拥有了梦想，你就要对你的梦想作出诠释：昨天已逝去，我们可以把昨天的回忆记下，回忆昨天的一切，无论我们的昨天是否为理想埋下了伏笔、是否为梦想打下了基础、是否为理想付出了努力……今天正在我们的脚下，我们在今天可以为昨天的理想继续铺路，为昨天的理想继续努力，为昨天的理想继续拼搏，无论你是否付出了行动，还是在彷徨不定，明天还未来临，我们可以畅想明天的理想旅程，可以畅想对明天的憧憬与期盼……
如果说词语是语言的色彩，奔跑是运动的色彩，鸟儿是蓝天的色彩，那么理想便是人生的色彩，有多少人愿意让自己的人生色彩只是一片灰蒙蒙而不是赤、橙、黄、绿、青、蓝、紫呢?色彩斑斓的人生会让人赞叹不已，你难道不想让自己的人生因理想的绚丽而变得五彩缤纷吗?
谢谢大家，我的演讲完毕!
当星星爬满深蓝色的夜空时，群星点点，但唯有那北斗星为人们指引方向。而梦想，就像那北斗星一样，指引着我人生的方向。
在追梦的旅途中，无人能一帆风顺，总会遇到各种各样的坎坷和挫折，我们要学会勇敢地面对困难，向自己的梦想不断努力。
每个人都有自己的梦想，我的梦想就是好好学习，将来考上好大学，做一个对社会有用的人。苏格拉底曾说过：“世界上最快乐的事，莫过于为理想而奋斗。”是啊，一个人有了梦想，便会向着梦想不断努力，旅途中获得的喜悦和收获，不就是追梦的道路上最快乐的事吗?为了梦想而努力，你的人生将会变得更加精彩!
在我追求梦想的道路上，坎坷和挫折是难免的：每次成绩测试，我总拿不到自己理想的成绩，虽然不会太差，也不会太糟糕，但我每当看到别的同学的卷纸上写着又大又红的“98”、“99”、“100”时，我是很多羡慕他们啊!他们的好成绩好像每次都是信手拈来，又每次总是那样满心喜悦。而，我的试卷上却有几个刺眼的错号，看着那些错号，它们仿佛在嘲笑我、讥讽我。我曾一次次地寻找原因，并发誓通过自己的努力，让那些嘲笑和讥讽我的错号从我的试卷上永远消失。书山有路勤为径，学海无涯苦作舟。我相信只要努力，心怀梦想，就一定可以到达胜利的彼岸。
每个人都有自己的梦想，只要我们的梦想能持久，就一定能成为现实!
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.
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!
尊敬的老师，同学们：
大家好!今天我演讲的题目是《最初的梦想》。
童年，我喜欢爬山，学牧童吹笛;我喜欢玩水，学男孩作派;我喜欢游戏，男一女类都玩;我喜欢运动，跳绳和皮筋。然而对于何为梦想?直到入学后，在老师的教导下，在长辈的关爱下，梦想似乎就是成为一名成绩出众的好学生，我也努力认真，自然是实现了梦想的犀利孩，但这样的梦想总是缺少了点内涵。
少年，当稍我懂事时，我才有了梦的雏形。文字有种特别的吸引力，我也愿意把时间花在看连环画、故事会上，少年时的文字梦就一直这样的做着，影响了我以后的成长的道路。
青年，文字的梦逐渐从青涩走向成熟，然而学业上的两次失败，使我的文字梦渐行渐远，我也尝试过用写作来疗解成长的烦恼。的确，当文字得到了别人的肯定时，我欢欣过，而当我追求另一个高度时，我常常陷入悲望。幸好我看过《史记》，列传里的英雄人物个个都饱受过不同程度的磨难和失败，才实现了梦想。而我和他们一样又不一样，都有权利做梦，但我没有坚韧不拨的毅力。有挫折的梦一放入历史当中比较，便淹没了当初的悲望。这点痛不算什么，我们本来就是在和烦恼作对的，人生的意义和价值才能够体现，文字梦迫使我去理解人生，迫使我面对苦难，我就慢慢脱变成熟。同时也学会了享受文字梦。
如今，这个文字梦依然再做，有空时跑图书馆，学习写作的技巧，培养艺术欣赏能力，也尝试过把文章投往知名杂志，总是悲多喜少，我忍受失败的承受力就越来越强。当然我继继努力，成为作家的梦也许还有很长的一段路要走，但成为直正的业余写手却只有一步之遥。我已经在悲望中看到了希望。
最初的梦想一直与我的成长同行，虽然童年亲近山水的梦是不自觉的，是本性使然，谁又能说我不是在做文字的梦，有位作家说过：“山水是大地的文章，读懂了山水便学会了写文章。”真犀利啊!我正在做的最初的梦想竟然具有无意识性、被迫性和自觉性。这就是梦的三要素啊，原来我对成长的理解，我对人生的思考，就是在这三要素的内驱下完成的。
这简直太完整、太完美了，我要向最初的梦想致敬!
我的演讲结束，谢谢大家!
Dreams are the best wishes of our hearts, we strive for the goal, is our motivation. A dream in life is bright, is wonderful. Everyone has their own dreams heart, but most people feel that their dream is just a dream, it must be like and not illusory and, therefore it buried deep in my heart, not even the ground-breaking opportunity To it, so that the dream how beautiful and fragrant flowers it bears flowers.
I think the teacher is very sacred, very great. Is the teacher, the education of a naive child to a respect for teachers, aware of the boy; a teacher, bring a child into a playful inquisitive, a good student strive for excellence. Teachers with the knowledge nectar, the students poured the ideal flowers open, with the heart of the springs run education students in the United States sentiment fruit. If the students compared to the flowers, that teacher is a gardener, teacher leaves the flowers pruning shears, fertilizer, weed and make the flowers grow. If the students lost compared to the lamb, and that the teacher is guiding people who, teachers direction for the students to enable students to clarify their direction. So, my dream is to be a teacher. Teachers to the motherland and the people trained personnel to contribute. A child, I had many dreams, there is a beautiful literary dreams, a colorful star dreams, there are wonderful designers dream. Growing up, I am constantly learning from, and found my real dream, and found that for the motherland and the people to contribute to the dream, that is, as a teacher.
I know, no matter how brilliant it is only words of wisdom and passion of the moment, only to learn the road to success is to open in the flowers. So, I will study hard, work hard to achieve my dream and work hard. I believe that the dream though very far away, but as long as the stick to action to realize there will be one day!