Why are you afraid of beheading when you were loyal to your country? Now that the country is under control, who will defend it?
Unfinished business, tired body, temple in autumn. People like you and me bear our long-cherished wish and dedicate it to the East?
Creative background:
This poem was written to 82-year-old Premier Zhou one year before Chairman Mao's death. At that time, Chairman Mao was in poor health and sick, and Premier Zhou also suffered from cancer and was very ill. Chairman Mao foresaw that there would be twists and turns in the revolution, and his long-cherished wish, like Premier Zhou and other proletarian revolutionaries of the older generation, would be "wasted". He asked himself and Premier Zhou, who is "guarding" the red land of socialism? Although there are not many words in this word, it is sincere and heartbreaking to read and makes people cry.