A complete collection of poems over 8 minutes.

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty and sadness. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land covered with frost and vines: I believe that in the future, I will wave the sky with my fingers, and I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palm. With the warm and beautiful pen swaying at dawn, write down in the child's pen: 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 push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send touching tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, young people who have overcome death, the future, and love the warm season of life. The sky is as clear as washing catkins. Falling on the quietly sprouting land, young life squirms in the soil, and music flows in our hearts. Young people have an unchanging oath. Young people will firmly look at the farther starting line. From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the resolute and confident face of Dongsheng Chaoyang, hold on to that drop of sweat and wait for the dawn of victory. Let tears flow on your face, just for the moment of applause. Since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly. Even if you choose to fight, even if you choose the wind and rain, even if there will be thorns in the future. Now that you have chosen, you have fixed the trajectory of your life. Now that you have chosen, you are doomed to struggle and impermanence. Since you have chosen, you have ushered in youth in the same boat. Since you have chosen, you will become gorgeous. You see, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth, and the jubilant pace is the voice of youth chasing dreams. The body of youth is full of tireless blood, and the limbs of youth are full of intense and light passion. Let's sing our youth all the way and pursue our dreams far away.