Who can recite the poem "Believe in Yourself" written by forefinger?

I believe in the future When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes become dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land covered with frost and vines: I believe in the future. I will wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers. I will hold the sea of the sun in my palm. With the warm and beautiful pen swaying at dawn, write down in the child's pen: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the future and love life.