Andrew is in chaos! Don't let us know our fate! Seek the source of the whole poem

This is not from a poem, but from a book called Hero.

The context of this sentence is this: I cry with a horizontal knife, I am honest and lonely. Don't let our generation know the fate. Diet owes spring, white water can live; Grind stone and hemp powder to satisfy hunger.

Probably life is not up to me, don't let us leave it to fate!

I hope everyone can adopt it, thank you! ! !