我有一個夢
Martin
Luther
King/馬丁·路德·金
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.
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