When the smoke of ashes sighs the sadness of poverty ("when" still needs to pause, just like the first one, the sadness of poverty is an stressed and absolutely desolate feeling)
I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment and write it down with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future (the word "still" should be read with confidence and generosity, "disappointment" should never be stressed, and "beauty" should be read with warmth. But read it slowly)
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings (both late autumn and snuggling should be re-read, and dew and feelings should be read slowly)
I still stubbornly use the frosted vines to write on the desolate land: Believe in the future (I still read together and stubbornly re-read, and I believe that the future should be stronger. )
I'm going to use my fingers to wave to the horizon
I'm going to use my palm to hold the sun
I'm going to use my warm and beautiful pen to write with my child's pen: I believe in the future (dawn and warmth should be read out beautifully and warmly, and this belief in the future should be read out loudly)
I firmly believe in the future (I firmly want to reread and believe that the future should be read out beautifully). There is a feeling of being solid and heavy)
I believe that people's eyes in the future
She has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history
She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years (like this, the last paragraph and the next paragraph are two antithetical sentences, and the second sentence is the sublimation of feelings, so read it louder)
No matter how people are lost about our rotting flesh
. Read it out slowly)
Is it to send moved tears and deep sympathy
Or to give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people will give enthusiasm and objectivity to our spine (there is a helpless and sad mood in front of us, this sentence is the turning point and the starting point of emotional excitement)
The countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes
. I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation.
Friends, firmly believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts.
Believe in the future and love life. (Needless to say, these last words are all passionate emotions.)
The poem of forefinger has a strong and passionate overall feeling and is full of faith in the future, but we should pay attention to the brewing of sad emotions in some places. Pay attention to the rhythm.