-Thoughts on commemorating the 13th anniversary of Lu Xun's death [1]
Some people are alive,
He is dead;
Some people are dead,
He is still alive.
Some people,
ride on people's heads and say, "Oh, how great I am!"
Some people,
bend down to be cattle and horses for the people.
Some people,
carve their names into stones to be "immortal";
Some people,
prefer to be weeds and wait for the underground fire.
Some people,
others can't live while they are alive;
Some people,
live for the better of most people.
if he rides on the people's heads,
the people will crush him;
People will always remember him as a cow and horse for the people.
If the name is carved into stone,
the name decays earlier than the corpse;
wherever the spring breeze blows,
there are green weeds everywhere.
If he lives, others can't live.
You can see his fate.
He lives for the sake of most people to live better.
The masses hold him high, high.
-November 1, 1949 in Beijing [2]