我的夢(mèng)想的大學(xué)生演講稿（精選3篇）

我的夢(mèng)想的大學(xué)生演講稿 篇1

　　尊敬的老師、親愛的同學(xué)們：

　　想必在座的朋友大都來自農(nóng)村，也一定聽過這么一句話“農(nóng)民的子女，想要有出息就得考大學(xué)”。

　　今天，我演講的主題就是“我的夢(mèng)想我的大學(xué)”。

　　“大學(xué)，大學(xué)，長大后我要考大學(xué)，媽媽”，小時(shí)候，每當(dāng)我這么對(duì)媽媽講時(shí)，總能看見她臉上欣慰的笑容。是啊，大學(xué)，這個(gè)詞從小就深深刻在我的腦海中。隨著年齡的增長，它越來越清晰，越來越明了。

　　大學(xué)，它是我兒時(shí)的夢(mèng)想，長大后奮斗的目標(biāo)。在我的眼中，大學(xué)是我所有心酸與付出的承載體，是我所有夢(mèng)想放飛的地方，也是我心中的圣地。

　　九年的寒窗苦讀，九年的披荊斬棘，承載了多少的夢(mèng)想與追求！我堅(jiān)信，命運(yùn)是掌握在自己的手中，要想擁有幸福，擁有成功，就得去耕耘去鍛煉去好好把握自己。

　　現(xiàn)在的我，已經(jīng)到了夢(mèng)想的天堂，可是在這里我發(fā)現(xiàn)，發(fā)現(xiàn)這里沒有了初中老師手把手的教導(dǎo)，沒有了很多學(xué)習(xí)任務(wù)的畫地為牢，也少了父母的不停督促。在這里我還發(fā)現(xiàn)沒有獎(jiǎng)懲分明的體制，同時(shí)也少了少年時(shí)期學(xué)而優(yōu)則賞的虛榮。這里有的，是更多的自由自主的時(shí)間，是更多志同道合者的交流空間。于是，很多同學(xué)把大量時(shí)間浪費(fèi)在了網(wǎng)吧游戲或者在花前月下。還有同學(xué)把放松當(dāng)成了放縱，在大學(xué)的“安樂窩”里自我放逐，眼睜睜地看著時(shí)光白白流逝，竟然毫無知覺。

　　突然，我發(fā)現(xiàn)美好的夢(mèng)想失真了，變味了。我迷惘了，這就是我想要的大學(xué)生活嗎？這就是承載了我所有夢(mèng)想和放飛夢(mèng)想的地方嗎？

　　不！不應(yīng)該是這樣的！心底里有一個(gè)聲音在吶喊！

　　在大學(xué)里，我們應(yīng)該走好自己的人生岔路口，自己為自己的明天奮斗，自己為自己的明天努力，因?yàn)槲覀儓?jiān)信機(jī)遇與成功是留給做好了準(zhǔn)備的人的。

　　歲月，只可以使皮膚起皺。而失去熱情，則可以使靈魂流淚。我們應(yīng)該拿出我們青春的熱情，嘗試的勇氣，用心去實(shí)踐，讓夢(mèng)想更完美。

　　等到未來的某天，當(dāng)我們?cè)倩厥淄�事時(shí)，我們不會(huì)因虛度年華而后悔，不會(huì)因知識(shí)的`缺失而懊惱，我們擁有的是充實(shí)、飽滿、飛揚(yáng)的青春歲月。

　　到那時(shí)，我可以對(duì)任何一個(gè)人說：我的大學(xué)充實(shí)飽滿，我的夢(mèng)想完美無缺。

我的夢(mèng)想的大學(xué)生演講稿 篇2

　　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.

　　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!”

我的夢(mèng)想的大學(xué)生演講稿 篇3

　　Dear teachers:

　　Everyone has his own dream, which can be realized or not and which can be different time to time. However, there must be a long –term one in one's mind. In other words, it is not easy to be realized. I have a dream: to pass CET-6 before I graduate the university. It's maybe easy for most of my classmates, but to me it is as difficult as cracking the hardest nut in the world.

　　I have been studying English for about 10 years. It should not be the No.1 task in my university aga, but too many failures forced me to do so. I entered one of the most famous universities in China with the almost lowest English mark among all my students. I was really disappointed about that. Although I was not good at English when I was in the middle school, it was not at least about the average. I had no strength to face the frustration. After a semester's study I was the lowest indeed. I have never cried for study before, but this time I shed tears. Since then I made up my mind to pass CET-6 before my graduation. Glanced back to my English studying experience, I realized that interest is one of the key factors to grasp knowledge. I study English only for the examination before, but not the language itself. That is the weakest point of me. I must e it so as to realize my dream. I made a plan: read one story until I can recite it each day; listen to the tapes related to the books as well. English is not so disgusting for me now. I will persist in doing so even after I pass CET-6. I wish my English would be as good as my native language in the future. 演