关于梦想的英语演讲稿

very happy and we feel we are one together - young teachers heroic feelings, my name is ling, graduation yidu teacher.

i was crying my choice too, have work for me sad too, because i embarked on a career like i did not do a very poor teacher, i cry many times my choice, they can in countless grief i have been comforted, when i saw both of that is full of naive, but eager to swim in the ocean of knowledge a child, my sinking, floating calm the mind, and slowly i also learn from practice feel the teacher's pride, he was like a spring silkworms, like the dedication of their own candles no regrets, i have seen it countless teachers no regrets。

and with their youth and lives to defend the sanctity of the teaching profession, but also what they use their own actions, with traces of life, inspired by those of us who come after, i have reluctantly enamel reluctantly, by the reluctance to wholeheartedly love this job, because i have seen that life will go beyond the utilitarian, although meals for life, but the living is not for eating, living in the possession of many small minded, short-term birth in eternity, while the teachers are such a career.

i know that a teacher tired, bitter, but to their own ideal, i still would like to pursue, to the surging waves of fighting, to sinister mountain climbing, there may be storms, a storm, the road may be bumpy, but i still would use laughter, with songs to fill ups and downs, i will meet with the merry laughter of the rising sun, i will be flying the heart to face my work and life. yes ah!

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.