何江哈佛畢業演講英語閱讀

① 哈佛畢業演講的中國第一人何江，如今過的怎樣了

他曾打算在鄉寧鄉開一家公司，而且今年何江也應該結束自己在麻省理工的博士後研究，相信他一定能實現自己的目標，並和往常一樣一帆風順地以優異的成績一路前行。

② 比爾·蓋茨：在哈佛大學畢業典禮上的演講英文原稿

http://www.ruanyifeng.com/blog/2007/08/remarks_of_bill_gates_in_harvard_commencement_2007.html
這里有的!

③ 求娜塔莉·波特曼2015年哈佛大學畢業典禮英文演講稿

我也在找，但好像沒有原稿，你找到了麻煩也給我一份謝謝～實在不行我也只有一句一句抄了，很適合提高詞彙量和口語的稿子...

④ 首個登上哈佛畢業演講台的中國男孩說了啥

演講全文中英對照 The Spider』s Bite（蜘蛛之咬） When I was in middle school, a poisonous spider bit my right hand. I ran to my mom for help—but instead of taking me to a doctor, my mom set my hand on fire. 在我讀初中的時候，有一次，一隻毒蜘蛛咬傷了我的右手。我問我媽媽該怎麼處理---我媽媽並沒有帶我去看醫生，而是決定用火療的方法治療我的傷口。 After wrapping my hand with several layers of cotton, then soaking it in wine, she put a chopstick into my mouth, and ignited the cotton. Heat quickly penetrated the cotton and began to roast my hand. The searing pain made me want to scream, but the chopstick prevented it. All I could do was watch my hand burn - one minute, then two minutes –until mom put out the fire. 她在我的手上包了好幾層棉花，棉花上噴撒了白酒，在我的嘴裡放了一雙筷子，然後打火點燃了棉花。熱量逐漸滲透過棉花，開始炙烤我的右手。灼燒的疼痛讓我忍不住想喊叫，可嘴裡的筷子卻讓我發不出聲來。我只能看著我的手被火燒著，一分鍾，兩分鍾，直到媽媽熄滅了火苗。 You see, the part of China I grew up in was a rural village, and at that time pre-instrial. When I was born, my village had no cars, no telephones, no electricity, not even running water. And we certainly didn』t have access to modern medical resources. There was no doctor my mother could bring me to see about my spider bite. 你看，我在中國的農村長大，在那個時候，我的村莊還是一個類似前工業時代的傳統村落。在我出生的時候，我的村子裡面沒有汽車，沒有電話，沒有電，甚至也沒有自來水。我們自然不能輕易地獲得先進的現代醫療資源。那個時候也沒有一個合適的醫生可以來幫我處理蜘蛛咬傷的傷口。 For those who study biology, you may have grasped the science behind my mom』s cure: heat deactivates proteins, and a spider』s venom is simply a form of protein. It』s cool how that folk remedy actually incorporates basic biochemistry, isn』t it? But I am a PhD student in biochemistry at Harvard, I now know that better, less painful and less risky treatments existed. So I can』t help but ask myself, why I didn』t receive one at the time? 在座的如果有生物背景的人，你們或許已經理解到了我媽媽使用的這個簡單的治療手段的基本原理：高熱可以讓蛋白質變性，而蜘蛛的毒液也是一種蛋白質。這樣一種傳統的土方法實際上有它一定的理論依據，想來也是挺有意思的。但是，作為哈佛大學生物化學的博士，我現在知道在我初中那個時候，已經有更好的，沒有那麼痛苦的，也沒有那麼有風險的治療方法了。於是我便忍不住會問自己，為什麼我在當時沒有能夠享用到這些更為先進的治療方法呢？ Fifteen years have passed since that incident. I am happy to report that my hand is fine. But this question lingers, and I continue to be troubled by the unequal distribution of scientific knowledge throughout the world. We have learned to edit the human genome and unlock many secrets of how cancer progresses. We can manipulate neuronal activity literally with the switch of a light. Each year brings more advances in biomedical research-exciting, transformative accomplishments. Yet, despite the knowledge we have amassed, we haven』t been so successful in deploying it to where it』s needed most. According to the World Bank, twelve percent of the world』s population lives on less than $2 a day. Malnutrition kills more than 3 million children annually. Three hundred million people are afflicted by malaria globally. All over the world, we constantly see these problems of poverty, illness, and lack of resources impeding the flow of scientific information. Lifesaving knowledge we take for granted in the modern world is often unavailable in these underdeveloped regions. And in far too many places, people are still essentially trying to cure a spider bite with fire. 蜘蛛咬傷的事故已經過去大概十五年了。我非常高興地向在座的各位報告一下，我的手還是完好的。但是，我剛剛提到的這個問題這些年來一直停在我的腦海中，而我也時不時會因為先進科技知識在世界上不同地區的不平等分布而困擾。現如今，我們人類已經學會怎麼進行人類基因編輯了，也研究清楚了很多個癌症發生發展的原因。我們甚至可以利用一束光來控制我們大腦內神經元的活動。每年生物醫學的研究都會給我們帶來不一樣突破和進步---其中有不少令人振奮，也極具革命顛覆性的成果。然而，盡管我們人類已經在科研上有了無數的建樹，在怎樣把這些最前沿的科學研究帶到世界最需要該技術的地區這件事情上，我們有時做得差強人意。世界銀行的數據顯示，世界上大約有12%的人口每天的生活水平仍然低於2美元。營養不良每年導致三百萬兒童死亡。將近3億人口仍然受到瘧疾的干擾。在世界各地，我們經常看到類似的由貧窮，疾病和自然匱乏導致的科學知識傳播的受阻。現代社會里習以為常的那些救生常識經常在這些欠發達或不發達地區未能普及。於是，在世界上仍有很多地區，人們只能依賴於用火療這一簡單粗暴的方式來治療蜘蛛咬傷事故。 While studying at Harvard, I saw how scientific knowledge can help others in simple, yet profound ways. The bird flu pandemic in the 2000s looked to my village like a spell cast by demons. Our folk medicine didn』t even have half-measures to offer. What』s more, farmers didn』t know the difference between common cold and flu; they didn』t understand that the flu was much more lethal than the common cold. Most people were also unaware that the virus could transmit across different species. 在哈佛讀書期間，我有切身體會到先進的科技知識能夠既簡單又深遠地幫助到社會上很多的人。本世紀初的時候，禽流感在亞洲多個國家肆虐。那個時候，村莊里的農民聽到禽流感就像聽到惡魔施咒一樣，對其特別的恐懼。鄉村的土醫療方法對這樣一個疾病也是束手無策。農民對於普通感冒和流感的區別並不是很清楚，他們並不懂得流感比普通感冒可能更加致命。而且，大部分人對於科學家所發現的流感病毒能夠跨不同物種傳播這一事實並不清楚。 So when I realized that simple hygiene practices like separating different animal species could contain the spread of the disease, and that I could help make this knowledge available to my village, that was my first 「Aha」 moment as a budding scientist. But it was more than that: it was also a vital inflection point in my own ethical development, my own self-understanding as a member of the global community. 於是，在我意識到這些知識背景，即簡單地將受感染的不同物種隔離開來以減緩疾病傳播，並決定將這些知識傳遞到我的村莊時，我的心裡第一次有了一種作為未來科學家的使命感。但這種使命感不只停在知識層面，它也是我個人道德發展的重要轉折點，我自我理解的作為國際社會一員的責任感。 Harvard dares us to dream big, to aspire to change the world. Here on this Commencement Day, we are probably thinking of grand destinations and big adventures that await us. As for me, I am also thinking of the farmers in my village. My experience here reminds me how important it is for researchers to communicate our knowledge to those who need it. Because by using the science we already have, we could probably bring my village and thousands like it into the world you and I take for granted every day. And that』s an impact every one of us can make! 哈佛的教育教會我們學生敢於擁有自己的夢想，勇於立志改變世界。在畢業典禮這樣一個特別的日子，我們在座的畢業生都會暢想我們未來的偉大征程和冒險。對我而言，我在此刻不可避免的還會想到我的家鄉。我成長的經歷教會了我作為一個科學家，積極的將我們所會的知識傳遞給那些急需這些知識的人是多麼的重要。因為利用那些我們已經擁有的科技知識，我們能夠輕而易舉地幫助我的家鄉，還有千千萬萬類似的村莊，讓他們生活的世界變成一個我們現代社會看起來習以為常的場所，而這樣一件事，是我們每一個畢業生都能夠做的，也力所能及能夠做到的。 But the question is, will we make the effort or not? 但問題是，我們願意來做這樣

⑤ 「寒門貴子」何江：哈佛畢業典禮演講的中國第一人，現在過得怎樣

明初文學家宋濂在這首序中通過講述自己求學之艱苦勤勉，以此來勉勵後輩，勸誡其要珍惜的學習時光與良好的環境。宋濂回想起自己往日的求學經歷，身邊的同學都穿著華麗的服裝，個個光鮮亮麗。而一年四季都穿著破舊衣服的宋濂從來沒有心生自卑，更沒有絲毫羨慕。因為他知道自己還有更為重要的任務，心裡也覺得足夠快樂，讀書帶給他的精神滿足遠遠超過了外在衣物的滿足。正是這樣，古往今來多少從寒門走出來的「貴子」都體會過與宋濂類似的經歷。

甚至他已經有計劃在家鄉寧鄉開創公司了，並且今年何江應該會結束自己的在麻省理工的博士後研究，相信他一定可以實現自己的目標，並且像以往一般一路堅定同樣以優異的成績走下去。他的故事也一定可以激勵更多「寒門」出身的同學，打破外在環境因素的制約一路堅持下去。

⑥ 扎克伯格哈佛畢業演講總結英文

我們這一代所面臨的挑戰是創造一個每個人都有使命感的世界！

⑦ 求J.K Rowling08年哈佛畢業典禮演講稿

Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination
Harvard University Commencement Address
J.K. Rowling

Copyright June 2008

As prepared for delivery

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graates,

The first thing I would like to say is 'thank you.' Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I've experienced at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and fool myself into believing I am at the world's best-ecated Harry Potter convention.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can't remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the 'gay wizard' joke, I've still come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step towards personal improvement.

Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that has expired between that day and this.

I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called 'real life', I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.

These might seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.

Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that could never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension.

They had hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents' car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.

I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graation day. Of all subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.

At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.

I am not ll enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-ecated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

However, the fact that you are graating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person's idea of success, so high have you already flown academically.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.

Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had already been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above rubies.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more to me than any qualification I ever earned.

Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone's total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.

You might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories ring my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working in the research department at Amnesty International's headquarters in London.

There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.

Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to think independently of their government. Visitors to our office included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had been forced to leave behind.

I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had enred in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.

And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just given him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country's regime, his mother had been seized and executed.

Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.

Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard and read.

And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.

Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.

Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people's minds, imagine themselves into other people's places.

Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.

And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.

I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces can lead to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

What is more, those who choose not to empathise may enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.

One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people's lives simply by existing.

But how much more are you, Harvard graates of 2008, likely to touch other people's lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the ecation you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world's only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.

If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graation day have been my friends for life. They are my children's godparents, the people to whom I've been able to turn in times of trouble, friends who have been kind enough not to sue me when I've used their names for Death Eaters. At our graation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.

So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

I wish you all very good lives.

Thank you very much.

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⑧ 湖南「寒門貴子」何江：哈佛畢業典禮演講的中國第一人，現怎樣了

人們經常說：「寒門難出貴子」，古往今來，這句話的確有著很大的說服力，那些家境富裕的人們，往往能夠獲得更加具有優勢的資源，然而後天的努力，同樣也能夠跨過重重溝壑，「寒門少年」何江的故事，也更因此讓人為之鼓舞。

2016年5月26日，美國馬諸塞州波士頓的哈佛大學校區，正在舉行一年一季度的畢業典禮，而在畢業研究生的序列當中，將要選出一名代表走到台前，向眾人分享自己的經歷和故事，這也是哈佛大學給予優秀畢業生最高的一項榮譽。

在此後，何江又在哈佛完成了生物系博士的學位，如今正在麻省理工學院進行博士後的研究，而工作逐漸偏向實用，比如在體外培養肝臟，模擬疾病，做癌症等疾病的早期檢測，他希望以此來更多的造福人類，根據2017年福布斯雜志公布的本年度30歲以下人物名單當中，就職於麻省理工學院的何江成功進入醫療健康領域30位30歲以下領軍人物榜。未來的他，也計劃回國效力，希望能夠在寧鄉開設屬於自己的公司。