Need some powerful prose or poetry.

Believe in the future: when cobwebs mercilessly sealed my fireplace to ashes, I sighed with poverty and sorrow. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers cling to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: I believe in the future, and I will run to the horizon with my fingers. Waves I want to hold the sun in my palm, write with a warm and beautiful pen and a child's pen: I 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 turn over the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter people's melancholy about our rotten meat or the pain of failure, they are all moving tears. Deep sympathy still gives people a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule. I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on the countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the future and love life.