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When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove
When the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly paved the ashes of disappointment
I wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines
. I want to use the palm of my hand, the sea that holds the sun, the warm and beautiful pen that shakes the dawn, and write with the child's pen: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe in people's eyes in the future
She has eyelashes that brush away the dust of history
She has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years
No matter people's rotting flesh
. Deep sympathy
or a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people will give a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine
the countless explorations, strays, failures and successes
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
Friends, firmly believe in the future
Believe in perseverance.