眼里有光！好自信！华人女孩伯克利工学院博士毕业演讲（完整视频+中英全文）

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华人女孩伯克利工学院博士毕业演讲（全文）

八十七年前，我们的先辈……

尊敬的各位教授、各位同仁、亲友们，大家好！感谢大家莅临现场。

博士学位，被大家赋予了各式各样的解读。有人打趣说，博士就等同于 “常年脑累”：我们这群追梦人，常常熬得身心俱疲，还背负着不小的经济压力。玩笑暂且放一边，过去这几年，注定是不平凡的岁月。

我们这一届，一同走过了疫情、经历了学界的种种变革，也亲眼见证人工智能掀起的巨大浪潮。我们身处不断更迭的环境之中，内心的理想与信念，也一次次经受考验。

世界已然巨变，我们也早已脱胎换骨。

我至今还记得，自己伯克利邮箱收到的第一封邮件 —— 正是这封邮件，标志着我正式踏入这座顶尖的学术殿堂。而那竟是一条校园安全预警通知。回想当初，我初来乍到，懵懂青涩，囊中羞涩。如今的我，多了几分成熟与从容，钱包依旧不宽裕，学识却早已今非昔比。

在这里，我们收获的远不止书本上的知识。我们更读懂了：工程学是一门古老而深邃的学科，它推动着人类文明不断向前。

从远古的石器工具，到蒸汽机车，再到如今普及的人工智能，一代代工程师，始终拥有开创时代、改写历史的力量。而这份力量，也意味着一份沉甸甸的责任。

我们打造的每一套系统，背后都是活生生的人。我们做出的每一个决定，都举足轻重，包括当初选择来到这里求学的决定。

当年决定前来伯克利攻读博士时，我满心欢喜，壮志满怀。后来我接到了祖母的电话，她问我：“你真的要去美国吗？要去多久？”

我兴奋地答道：“是啊，一去就是五年。等我学成博士就回来！伯克利可是顶尖学府，我特别期待。”

可电话那头，祖母却陷入了沉默。许久之后，我听见了她哽咽的声音。她说：“我舍不得你走。我怕自己等不到五年后，再见学成归来的你。”

听到 96 岁高龄的祖母说出这番话，我所有的喜悦瞬间烟消云散。祖母一生坚韧，历经战乱与风雨，我从未见过她流露脆弱。那一刻我才明白，于我而言，五年只是人生一段旅程；可于她而言，这五年，或许就是余生全部的期盼。

那一刻我开始思索：一纸博士学位，究竟承载着什么？

它意味着有幸师从全球顶尖的学者；意味着在实验室里度过无数个孤独难眠的夜晚；更承载着至亲至爱的牵挂与付出。是身后的家人、朋友，放手让我们远行，成全我们的理想。每次归家，我们都会发现，父母、长辈的白发又添了许多。

这条路走得并不容易，因为我们都是有血有肉的普通人。我们并非只遵从理性行事，也会有脆弱与牵绊。但恰恰是这份共情之心，让我们成为更优秀的工程师 —— 因为我们心怀善意、懂得关怀。

我们不是冰冷的算法产物。我们并不完美，有时甚至略显古怪，但每个人都独一无二、鲜活生动，也正是这般百态，让世界多姿多彩。

所以，我们的成就，从来不能用单一的标准去衡量。也许你看着投身抗癌研究的同学，会觉得彼此的道路相距甚远，但这都无妨。

有人带着足以冲击诺奖的重磅成果毕业，有人像我一样站在这里作为毕业生代表发言。无论何种模样，我们都是伯克利学子，同样精彩。

今天，是值得所有人骄傲的日子。我的祖母也由衷为我高兴。想必大家也好奇她近况：老人家身体硬朗，精神矍铄。我时常回去探望她。

她听不懂我论文里的压电微机械、超声传感器这些专业术语，却是我幕后最重要的 “合著者”。在研发这些传感器时，我脑海里总会浮现出她使用这项技术的画面。

祖母生于动荡年代，当年连小学都没能读完。如今，她亲眼看着自己的孙女戴上博士帽。

奶奶，我知道你正在远方看着我。谢谢你，你永远是我前行的力量。谢谢妮娜。

接下来，也请大家一起，向那些无法到场的亲人挥挥手吧 —— 我们的祖辈、父母、挚友。对着镜头挥挥手，让远方的他们看见此刻的我们。感恩一路有你们相伴。看，我们终于走到了今天！

走出这座礼堂，有人会成为学者，有人会执掌企业，或许未来还会有人走上更高的舞台。也期待我们能在各处绽放光彩。

无论我们来自何方、将要去往何处，我们永远拥有一个共同的身份：伯克利工程师。

我们拥有创造的能力，更怀揣温暖的初心。我们，便是点亮世界的追光者。

谢谢大家！

以下为英文全文：

Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers…

Distinguished professors, fellow researchers, dear friends and family: Welcome everyone. Thank you all for being here today.

A PhD can mean so many different things. Some joke that PhD stands for permanent head damage — we are often sleep-deprived dreamers, buried in debt and struggling to get by. Setting the jokes aside, the past few years have truly been extraordinary.

Our cohort has lived through the pandemic, major academic movements, and the disruptive rise of artificial intelligence. We’ve navigated an ever-changing world where our beliefs and values are constantly put to the test.

The world has transformed greatly, and so have we.

I still remember the first email I received via my Berkeley account — the very message that marked my official arrival at this incredible hub of research. It was a campus emergency alert. Back then, I was young, naive and broke. Now, I’m more mature and confident… still broke, but far more knowledgeable.

What we’ve gained here is far more than academic knowledge. We’ve come to understand that engineering is an ancient and profound profession, one that shapes human civilization. From the earliest stone tools to steam engines, and to the AI we use today, engineers have always held the power to build and redefine eras. And this power comes with an unshirkable responsibility.

Every system we design is tied to real people and real lives. Every choice we make carries great weight — including the choice to come here and pursue our studies.

When I decided to pursue my PhD at Berkeley, I was filled with overwhelming joy and ambition. Then I got a phone call from my grandmother. She asked, “Are you really going to the United States? And how long will you stay?”

I replied excitedly, “Yes, for five years. I’ll come back with a doctorate!”

To my surprise, she fell silent. When she finally spoke, I heard her crying. She said, “I don’t want you to leave. I’m not sure if I can wait five years to see you come home.”

In that moment, all my excitement faded away. My grandmother is a resilient woman who lived through wars and hardships. That was the only time I ever saw her show vulnerability. For me, five years was a chapter of life; for her, it might well be a lifetime.

It made me ponder: What does a PhD truly weigh?

It means learning from the world’s finest scholars. It means countless lonely, sleepless nights working in the lab. It also carries the stories and sacrifices of our loved ones — the family and friends who let us go so we could chase our dreams. We notice the grey hair growing on our parents and grandparents each time we return home, and it tugs at our hearts.

This journey is tough, because we are human. We have flaws, and we are guided by more than pure logic. Yet it is our capacity to feel that makes us better engineers — because we care.

We are not cold products of data and optimization. We are imperfect, sometimes quirky, but each one of us is unique and full of personality. That is what makes the world vibrant and diverse. Our success can never be simply measured by rigid standards.

You may look at a peer devoting themselves to curing cancer, and feel your own work pales in comparison — and that is perfectly fine. Among us are those who graduate with groundbreaking publications worthy of Nobel recognition, and those who stand here as student speakers on commencement day. Every path is equally a part of Berkeley.

Today is a day for all of us to be proud. My grandmother feels the same joy too. For those wondering, she is healthy and lively, still outliving everyone around her. I visit her often. She knows nothing about piezoelectric micro-machines or ultrasonic sensors — the focus of my dissertation. But she is my most important unseen co-author.

When I designed those sensors, I always pictured her living in a world with this technology. She grew up in turbulent times and never even got to finish elementary school. Now she gets to see her granddaughter earn a PhD.

Grandma, I know you’re watching from home. Thank you. Thank you for being my greatest inspiration. 谢谢 Nina.

Now, let’s take a moment. I invite everyone to wave to our loved ones who cannot be here today — our grandparents, parents and friends. Wave to the cameras, so they can see us. Thank you for walking beside us and lighting our way. Look at us now: we made it.

When we walk out of this hall, some will become professors, some CEOs, and who knows — maybe even future leaders. Let’s hope we see more of us out there.

No matter where we come from or where our paths lead, we share one eternal identity: we are Berkeley engineers.

We have the ability to build, and the hearts to care. We are the ones who bring light to the world. Thank you all.