Shi
Zhi
When
cobwebs
relentlessly
clog
my
stove
When
its
dying
smoke
sighs
for
poverty
I
will
stubbornly
dig
out
the
disappointing
ash
And
write
with
beautiful
snowflakes:Believe
in
the
Future
When
my
overripe
grapes
melt
into
late
autumn
dew
When
my
fresh
flower
lies
in
another’s
arms
I
will
stubbornly
write
on
the
bleak
earth
With
a
dry
frozen
vine:
Believe
in
the
Future
I
point
to
the
waves
billowing
in
the
distance
I
want
to
be
the
sea
that
holds
the
sun
in
its
palm
Take
hold
of
the
beautiful
warm
pen
of
the
dawn
And
write
with
a
child-like
hand:Believe
in
the
Future
The
reason
why
I
believe
so
resolutely
in
the
future
is:
I
believe
in
the
eyes
of
the
future’s
people
Their
eyelashes
that
can
brush
away
the
ash
of
history
Their
pupils
that
can
see
through
the
texts
of