【正文】 　When I was 10 years old ,I became a shotput training was really hard ,I couldnt bear the heavy shot in my hands .But I always believe that god only help those who help those hard days,I find I was growing more quickly than others of the same be an athlete is my most correct ,I quit my team after entering high school because of a silly really didnt want to stop my sports career anyway.　　Today I say to you my friends that even though I must face the difficulties of yesterday ,today and tomorrow .I still have a dream .It is a dream deeply rooted in my soul.　　I have a dream that one day ,I can run,jump and pitch just like I used to be.　　I have a dream that one day , I can go back to my dream sports and join the national team.　　I have a dream that one day ,I can stand on the highest place at the olympic all the cameras pointing at will tell everyone that Im so proud to be a Chinese athlete!　　This is my hope .This is the faith that I continue my steps with!!!　　With this faith ,I will live though the strong wind and heavy rain ,never give up !　　So let victory ring from my heart,from all of we allow victory to ring .I must be the one!　　In my imagination,Im a bird ,a magical carry my dreams all with me by my big wings. I fly though the mountains ,though the forests ,over the sea,to the sun ,the warmest place in the aerospace!　　Every night ,I have a dream ,I see a girl smiling以夢想為題的英語演講稿篇4　　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 weve e here today to dramatize a shameful condition.　　In a sense weve e to our nations capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the C