This poem is very suitable for an arts festival reading. As for the soundtrack, ask your music teacher for advice.
Believe in the future
When the spider web mercilessly sealed my stove
When the remaining 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 late autumn dew
When My flowers are nestled in the feelings of others
I still stubbornly use the dead vines of frost to write on the desolate earth: Believe in the future
I I want to use my fingers to express the waves that rush to the horizon
I want to use my palm to support the sea of ??the sun
To use the warm and beautiful pen swaying with the dawn
The child's handwriting wrote: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future
She has brushed aside the dust of history Eyelashes
She has pupils that can see through the passages of time
No matter what people think about our rotten flesh
The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure
< p> Should we express moved tears and deep sympathyOr should we give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people have deep feelings for us
Those countless explorations, losses, failures and successes
will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
Friends, believe firmly in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in youth that defeats death
Believe in the future and love life