Believe in the future poetry reading ppt

Believe that I didn't come for dinner means that when cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,/when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings,/I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with withered vines: Believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to wave the waves running towards the horizon. I want to use my hands to support the sea that holds up the sun, swaying the warm and beautiful pen of dawn, and writing with the pen of a child: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people send us emotional tears and deep sympathy, or give us contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule of our rotting bodies, those lost feelings and the pain of failure. I firmly believe that people will give us a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine after countless explorations, losses, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. Friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, youth who overcomes everything, fighting spirit that never fails, future and life.