Inspirational prose poem suitable for reading 0 1 "Believe in the future"
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When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I want to hold the sun in my hand,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future-
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost blues, the pain of failure,
What moved you was tears,
Deep sympathy,
Or a contemptuous smile,
Bitter irony.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost directions, failures and successes,
We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes,
I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends,
Believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.
Inspirational prose poem suitable for recitation 02 "Love Life"
Wang Guozhen
I don't think about it,
Whether it can be successful,
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about it,
Can you win love,
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about it,
Will there be cold wind and rain behind you,
Because the target is the horizon,
What is left to the world can only be the back.
I don't think about it,
Whether the future is flat or muddy,
As long as you love life,
Everything, as expected.
Inspirational prose poem suitable for reading 03 "The mountain is high and the road is far"
Wang Guozhen
Shouting is an outbreak of silence.
Silence is a silent call.
Excited or not.
Not peace.
I pray
As long as it's not boring.
If you call me from a distance
I will towards the distant.
If the mountain calls me
I walked to the mountain.
Wear out your feet.
Simply let the sunset smear the road again.
Grab your hand.
Turn thorns into azaleas.
There is no longer road than feet.