Ask for a poem that reflects the spiritual outlook of contemporary youth, and ask God for help.

"There is a Spirit" When sadness has achieved a dream in the past 20 years, when laughter has replaced the failed sad dream, at the moment when we are full of passion, we have the imagination of spiritual strength. There is a spirit called struggle. In that hard or stable life, everything is so free and easy. The veins of every bone and muscle are stretching, shaking the bloody and vigorous Aegean waves in Athens, and there is a spirit called holding your breath. Finally, I insisted on waving the enemy's arms back and forth in a clear distance posture, stirring the concrete with courage and will, creating an example that was once lost and now grasps the future. There is a spirit called the sound of touching, exultation, sadness, ups and downs, burning and passionate collision, and the flag shining in the applause of the rising sun and flowers in Ran Ran. In tears, I shed a glimmer of hope, perfect performance and jumping notes, turning it into an eternal picture, eternal and only beautiful.