Shen Long knew that almost all educated youths were confused about the future, food could fill their stomachs, but it could not satisfy their spirits, and after thinking for a while, Shen Long chanted from a low but resolute voice,

"When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth,

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment,

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future! ”

The crying in the cave gradually stopped, and Hu Jianjun, Jiang Shaoan, Qin Ling, Sun Xiaoxia and others raised their heads and looked at Shen Long silently.

"When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew,

When my flowers nestle in other people's feelings,

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost,

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future! ”

Qin Ling remembered the experience of her life from bright to bleak, from enthusiastic to frustrated, from full to exhausted, which aroused her right

All the associations of frustration, loneliness, and unhappiness in life, but the last sentence "believe in the future" strongly shook her heart, which is a belief sublimated from suffering.

"I will use my fingers to the waves that rush to the edge of the sky,

I will hold the sea of the sun in the palm of my hand,

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn,

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future! ”

Hu Jianjun and Jiang Shaoan felt the power in the poems and felt Shen Long's pride, like a lightning bolt, splitting

the clouds in their hearts.

"The reason why I firmly believe in the future,

I believe that the eyes of the people of the future,

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history,

She has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years! ”

Sun Xiaoxia, Liu Ying, Liu Weihong, Zhao Hongxia, Wang Liping, and Jin Hongmei also seemed to have such a pair of eyes and saw the future

to radiate a ray of light.

"Regardless of what people do about our rotting flesh,

The sorrow of being lost, the pain of failure,

It is a moving tear, a deep sympathy,

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery;

I'm a firm believer that people are for our backbones,

The countless explorations, the lost, the failures and the successes,

will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation,

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment;

Friends, firmly believe in the future!

Believe in indomitable efforts!

Believe in the youth who will defeat death!

Believe in the future and love life! ”

In the last three paragraphs, the belief in the future erupted like a newborn sun, which strongly shocked the soul of every educated youth.

This poem has the most charming color, like the warmest dry firewood, which warms the hearts of the educated youth.

As soon as the recitation of this poem ended, Qin Ling couldn't wait to ask, "Kui Yong, did you write this poem?" ”

"No, it was written by a young intellectuals in Beijing named Guo Lusheng, and some friends thought it was very suitable for us educated youths, so they wrote to me." Guo Lusheng's pen name is index finger, this poem "Believe in the Future" was written by him this year and encouraged by me, and after it was written, it was widely circulated among the educated youth, and the index finger was also known as the "poetic soul of the educated youth".

"It's so well written, this is a poem written for us educated youth! Kui Yong, where is the letter? Take it out and we'll take a look. The big guy immediately took out the letter with Shen Long, and they were all going to copy the poem and send it to their friends.

"Yesterday, the cooking fire couldn't burn, so I took the letter and set it on fire." Shen Long scratched his head embarrassedly, in fact, there was someone who wrote him a letter to talk about the poems of his index finger, which he turned out from his memory.

"Hey, how can you burn this kind of thing!" The big guys unanimously expressed their condemnation of Shen Long, until he agreed to write the poem silently, and in the process of dictation, the educated youths stood behind him with bated breath, quietly watching the lines of poetry appear on the white paper.

After writing it silently, all the educated youths took out their most precious notebooks one after another and copied down the poem "Believe in the Future" one by one.

On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, in the cave of Zhiqing Point in Baidian Village, Hongwei Commune, the second half of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner turned into a poetry recital, and everyone recited this poem "Believe in the Future" over and over again, and the recitation was tearful.

With the encouragement of this poem, everyone's mood gradually improved, seeing the calm smiles on their faces and the hope flashing in their eyes, Shen Long thought thoughtfully, the charm of literary works lies in this, right? Sometimes a poem can sweep away the gloom in people's hearts, a song can make everyone muster courage, and a novel can change someone's life......

The dumplings were eaten by them, and the wine sent by Bai Mingchuan was also drunk by them, and the big guys went back to their respective caves to sleep, but Shen Long's mind was extremely sober, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

He thought that the cave was too stuffy, so he pushed the door out and came to the flat ground outside the cave to look up at the night sky, at this time the snow had stopped, there were no clouds in the sky, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve can not see the moon, but a little stars illuminate the sky, the Milky Way is like a silver ribbon across the sky, Shen Long raised his eyes to look up at the sky, immersed in this beautiful starry sky.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Qin Ling's voice came from behind him.

"I can't sleep, I come out to breathe." Shen Long didn't look back, he sat down, leaving a place for Qin Ling.

Qin Ling came to sit down beside him, put his arm around him, leaned his head in his arms, and also looked up at the starry sky, "The starry sky tonight is so beautiful!" ”

"I'll sing you a song!" Shen Long looked back at the cave, afraid of waking up the sleeping people, so he pulled Qin Ling and walked a few more steps, and came to the wheat stack outside the village, where someone had dug a hole, and the two of them were just able to get into it.

"It's been a long time since I've heard you sing, what song will you sing to me today?" Qin Ling's eyes were full of anticipation.

"A song about the stars, well, it's an English song." After speaking, Shen Long sang slowly, "Starry-starry-night,

Paint-your-palette-blue-and-grey，look-out-on-a-summer's-day，with-eyes-that-know- the-darkness-in-my-soul……”

This is a song written by the American singer Don McLean to Van Gogh, the song is called "Vincent", and he expresses his deep understanding and respect for Van Gogh in poetic language.

Qin Ling still doesn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, but this melody is enough to make her intoxicated, after singing it again, Shen Long translated the lyrics to her sentence by sentence, Van Gogh's encounter caused Qin Ling's strong resonance, this song even shocked her more than the song "Believe in the Future" just now.

Shen Long felt that Qin Ling's body in his arms was getting hotter and hotter, and Qin Ling's serious fog was getting more and more, and before the lyrics were translated, Shen Long's mouth was blocked by a pair of warm lips; Shen Long couldn't help but start responding, and the two young bodies trembled violently, wanting to be hit by a huge electric current......

Shen Long's hand unbuttoned Qin Ling's buttons, and Qin Ling's skin was whiter than the snow on the ground...... Qin Ling let out a scream of pain, his arms clenched Shen Long violently, his nails digging deep into Shen Long's back......