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- 当蜘蛛网无情地查封了我的炉台， 当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀， 我依然固执地铺平失望的灰烬， 用美丽的雪花写下：相信未来。 当我的紫葡萄化为深秋的露水， 当我的鲜花依偎在别人的情怀， 我依然固执地用凝露的枯藤， 在凄凉的大地上写下：相信未来。 我要用手指那涌向天边的排浪， 我要用手掌那托住太阳的大海， 摇曳着曙光那枝温暖漂亮的笔杆， 用孩子的笔体写下：相信未来。 我之所以坚定地相信未来， 是我相信未来人们的眼睛—— 她有拨开历史风尘的睫毛， 她有看透岁月篇章的瞳孔。 不管人们对于我们腐烂的皮肉， 那些迷途的惆帐，失败的苦痛， 是寄予感动的热泪，深切的同情， 还是给以轻蔑的微笑，辛辣的嘲讽。 我坚信人们对于我们的脊骨， 那无数次的探索、迷途、失败和成功， 一定会给予热情客观、公正的评定， 是的，我焦急地等待着他们的评定。 朋友，坚定地相信未来吧， 相信不屈不挠的努力， 相信战胜死亡的年青， 相信未来，热爱生命。
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- Glint & Gloom
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- 768 x 1280
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When spiderwebs ruthlessly seal my hearth, when the remaining smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly smooth the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers nestle in the sentiments of others, I still stubbornly use the withered vines of condensed dew to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to point to the surging waves toward the horizon, I want to use my palms to hold the ocean that supports the sun, waving the warm and beautiful pen-stem of dawn, writing in a child's handwriting: believe in the future. The reason I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future—she has eyelashes that brush aside the dust of history, she has pupils that see through the chapters of time. Regardless of whether people respond to our rotting flesh, those lost melancholies, and the pain of failure with moved tears and deep sympathy, or with contemptuous smiles and pungent mockery. I firmly believe that for our backbone, those countless explorations, wanderings, failures, and successes, they will surely give a passionate, objective, and fair evaluation; yes, I anxiously await their evaluation. Friend, believe firmly in the future, believe in indomitable effort, believe in the youth that overcomes death, believe in the future, and love life.
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When spiderwebs ruthlessly seal my hearth, when the remaining smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly smooth the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers nestle in the sentiments of others, I still stubbornly use the withered vines of condensed dew to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to point to the surging waves toward the horizon, I want to use my palms to hold the ocean that supports the sun, waving the warm and beautiful pen-stem of dawn, writing in a child's handwriting: believe in the future. The reason I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future—she has eyelashes that brush aside the dust of history, she has pupils that see through the chapters of time. Regardless of whether people respond to our rotting flesh, those lost melancholies, and the pain of failure with moved tears and deep sympathy, or with contemptuous smiles and pungent mockery. I firmly believe that for our backbone, those countless explorations, wanderings, failures, and successes, they will surely give a passionate, objective, and fair evaluation; yes, I anxiously await their evaluation. Friend, believe firmly in the future, believe in indomitable effort, believe in the youth that overcomes death, believe in the future, and love life.
sos-ouroboros-kang
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When spiderwebs ruthlessly seal my hearth, when the remaining smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly smooth the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers nestle in the sentiments of others, I still stubbornly use the withered vines of condensed dew to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to point to the surging waves toward the horizon, I want to use my palms to hold the ocean that supports the sun, waving the warm and beautiful pen-stem of dawn, writing in a child's handwriting: believe in the future. The reason I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future—she has eyelashes that brush aside the dust of history, she has pupils that see through the chapters of time. Regardless of whether people respond to our rotting flesh, those lost melancholies, and the pain of failure with moved tears and deep sympathy, or with contemptuous smiles and pungent mockery. I firmly believe that for our backbone, those countless explorations, wanderings, failures, and successes, they will surely give a passionate, objective, and fair evaluation; yes, I anxiously await their evaluation. Friend, believe firmly in the future, believe in indomitable effort, believe in the youth that overcomes death, believe in the future, and love life.
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