Find an English poem with artistic conception

Please don't tell me the poems of life in sad poems; Life is nothing but an empty dream! Because the sleeping soul is dead, things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is serious! The grave is not its goal; You are dust, and to dust, this does not mean the soul. Not enjoyment, not sadness, but our destiny and road; But action, tomorrow. Found that we were farther away than today. Art is long and time is short. Our hearts, though strong and brave. However, like the muffled drums, the funeral March is still ringing. In the vast battlefield of the world, in the camp of life, don't be like a dumb cow being driven away! Become a hero in the fight! Don't believe in the future. No matter how beautiful the future is! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act, and live in the present! Then, let's get up and act, with a heart that faces any fate; Still dying, still pursuing, learning to work and wait. Please don't tell me in sad poems; Life is just an empty dream, because the sleeping soul is like death, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is warm! The goal of life is never the grave; You are dust, and you belong to dust. This sentence does not refer to our spirit. Our destination is not happiness, nor sadness. Efforts are our way, making continuous progress and making progress every day. Time flies, and the ocean of art is boundless. Our hearts, though brave and strong, are like bronze drums covered with cloth, which often knock out the death knell and sorrow. In this camp of life, in the vast battlefield of this world, don't be a silent animal driven away by others, be a hero and shoot at once! Don't trust the future, no matter how happy it is! Let the dead past bury everything! For God's sake, we have the courage to make up our minds, no matter what happens; Keep winning, keep pursuing, learn to work hard and learn to wait patiently.