Are there any poems about the future?

The forefinger (Guo Lusheng) believes in the future. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed poverty and sadness, I stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future! When my purple grapes turn into tears in late autumn, when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly look at the condensed vines and write on the desolate land: Believe in the future! Yes! Believe in the future, this is the warmest arm, yes! Believe in the future, this is the most charming color. I want to hold up the ocean of the sun with my fingers-pointing to the waves rolling towards the horizon, and I want to use my palm. I am shining with the dawn-that beautiful and warm pen, I want to write it in my child's notebook: believe in the future! I firmly believe in the future, because I believe in the vision of people in the future. They have eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and they have pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Did they give us moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter satire on our lost sadness and failure? I believe they will give us a warm, fair and objective evaluation of countless explorations! Dear friends, believe in the future, indomitable efforts, youth who overcomes everything, and never give up! Believe in the future. Believe in life! The future is bright, the future is beautiful, and life will move forward forever!