Reciting the poem Believe in the Future The background music for the recitation of Believe in the

Me too! But I'm done with the game.

Believe in the future. Life is like a game of chess.

And the background of the world is the chessboard.

We are pawns.

Slowly moving into the future.

Believe in the future. It is a lofty ideal.

It's the power of bravery.

It is a solace for the soul.

Let your imagination run wild. Believe in the future.

Anything is possible.

Happy future.

The chessboard of life.

Believe in the future.

Index finger. When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my grapes turn into late autumn dew, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly use the dewy vines to write on the bleak earth: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to rush to the sky, I want to use my hands to support the sea that holds up the sun, swaying the warm and beautiful pen of 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 the eyes of people in the future, she has the eyelashes to remove the dust of history, and she has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years.

No matter whether people are moved by tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles, and spicy ridicule for our rotten flesh, those lost melancholy, and the pain of failure.

I firmly believe that people will give a passionate, objective and fair evaluation of our backbone, the countless explorations, mistakes, failures and successes.

Yes, I anxiously awaited their evaluation.

Friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the youth that overcomes everything, believe in the inexhaustible fighting spirit, believe in the future and believe in life.

It's not clear either, it's best to listen to Zhu Jun and Yang Chen's recitations and learn their tone. (Evenly, it works very well.)

You are the leader of the fifth (2nd) class of Wenling Experimental Primary School! I'm Guo Xinyi, hehe, who are you?

The background of the recitation of the poem "Believe in the Future" is "The Rain" by Jean Hisaishi.

The Rain is a work by the famous Japanese composer Jean Hisaishi, and is the soundtrack for Takeshi Kitano's film "Kikujiro's Summer".

The Rain has a lot of melodic similarities with "Mother" in the same **. "The Rain" is the violin opening and "Mother" is the cello opening first, but both are played with the piano. In the melody of "The Rain", in addition to "Mother", there is also the melody of "Summer".

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment.

The first three sentences are deeply sad).

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future (snowflakes reread, pure, clean, clear, clear and clear tendencies).

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up in someone else's feelings

I'm still stubborn with the frosty vines.

The contrast of different imagery, the correspondence between beauty and loneliness).

On the bleak earth, I wrote: Believe in the future, (re-read to lift the mood) I will point with my hand to the waves that rush to heaven and earth.

I want to use the palm of my hand to hold the sun of the sea (these two sentences are passionate and high-pitched, fast to speak) swaying the dawn The warm and beautiful pen (surprise, warm and simple emotion) with the child's pen style to write: Believe.

Not ((eagerly and firmly)

The reason why I firmly believe in the future ("why" provokes thinking) is that I tremble and believe in the future, and the eyes of the people (eye, emphasizing the sharpness and sobriety of the eyes) have the eyelashes that pull away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years.

Sonorously, forcefully).

Regardless of the people for our rotten skin and flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure (reading the bitterness of reality) are tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile.

Spicy taunts.

I am a firm believer in the myriad of explorations, lost, failures, and successes that people have for our spine (which highlights faith and spirit).

Enthusiastic, objective, and impartial evaluations (loud, very positive) Yes, I anxiously await their evaluations.

Friends, firmly believe in the future

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the victory over the death of the young (pause and gather momentum).

Believe in the future.

Love. Life ((high-pitched tightening, prolonging voice).

Note: Indicates that the time pause is short; Indicates a slightly longer pause; Demolition of wisdom defeat (indicates a prolonged tone; indicates a vibrato; Indicates that it is stressed;

Respectively, it indicates a slight rise in tone and a slight decrease in tone, highlighting the frustration of the tone and tone.

Believe in the future index finger When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth, When the smoke of the ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment, Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my grapes turn into late autumn dew, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly use the dewy vines to write on the bleak earth

Believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to wave the waves to the sky, I want to use my hands to support the sea that holds up the sun, blindly swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn, and write in the child's pen: 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 the eyelashes to remove the dust of history, and she has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people are moved by tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles, and spicy ridicule for our rotten flesh, those lost melancholy, and the pain of failure. I firmly believe that people will give an enthusiastic, objective, and fair evaluation of our spine, the countless explorations, the mistakes, the failures, and the successes.

Yes, I anxiously awaited their evaluation. Friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in the indomitable efforts of the bridge, believe in the youth that overcomes everything, believe in the fighting spirit that will never be exhausted, believe in the future, believe in life.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up in someone else's feelings

I'm still stubbornly using the frosty withered vines.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It's my belief that the eyes of the people of the future will be bad.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of the people for our rotten skin and flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the victory over the young trace of death.

Believe in the future and love life.

"Believe in the Future" reading rhythm division:

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost to write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to lift the waves that rush to the horizon, and I want to use the palms of my hands to hold up the sea of the sun.

Swaying the dawn of the warm and beautiful pen of the scattered dead branches, write in the child's pen style: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future is because I believe in the eyes of the people of the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history, and she has the pupils that can see through the chapters of time.

Regardless of people's feelings about our rotten flesh, the sorrow of being lost, the pain of failure.

Whether it is to send touching tears and deep sympathy, or to give a contemptuous smile and a spicy ridicule.

I'm a firm believer in the countless times that people have explored, lost, failed and succeeded in our backbone.

Enthusiastic, objective, and impartial evaluations will be given, and yes, I am anxiously awaiting their evaluations.

Friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth who defeated death, believe in the future, and love life.

Appreciation of works. Believe in the Future is a hazy poem written by Index Finger in 1968. With its profound thoughts, beautiful artistic conception, and catchy poetic style, the poem makes people know how to live well in adversity, how to encourage themselves, and how to unswervingly abide by their commitments to tomorrow.

The poem was widely circulated in the society in the form of a manuscript, and quickly spread to the mouths of a generation of young people, so the index finger ruler hole also has the title of "the soul of the poetry of the educated youth".