Poetry recitation about faith

A modern poem about belief I: I believe that you come from afar, with dust and thorns that hurt your feet, and the cold wind stings your face. You are very tired. Vilen, surrounded by confusion, empty. I tried to shout, but there was no response. I looked at the burning bonfire, as if you were a flame shining in an instant. * * * Dancing with beauty is short and eternal. * * * Maybe you are the lonely and sad Li Bai who sings in the moonlight. Maybe you are the heroic emperor Jin Ge, and the iron horse is a bold frontier fortress. Looking back, is the world right or wrong? Who laughs and is frivolous? What's the sadness and joy? All feelings are hidden by time. Look at the maple leaves in that autumn, which dyed you red and the hills gorgeous. You exist, the long river of life. I'm glad you're here. This is your firm belief. Pack your bags and put the lights in the distance to warm the plum blossoms in your arms with a faint fragrance. What do you mean?