Cang Kejia
Your glorious deeds,
Your 22-year history,
The same story,
To our eyes.
In front of your little photo,
Read your poetry diary,
Amazing, pious feeling,
Mixed with regret.
Put down your newspaper,
Thinking about the meaning of life,
This is an old question,
You made a brand-new and valuable explanation.
Your heart is like a road,
Leading to the openness and integrity of the Party,
Mao Zedong Thought is like bright red blood,
Flowing through your veins.
It's easy for you-
As flat as the ground under your feet,
You're too noble-
Green peaks towering into the sky,
You are like a little star,
Brilliant in the vast galaxy.
The biting wind and rain destroyed the tender branches of youth,
The party's giant hand pulled you out of the abyss,
The harsh life textbook has taught you,
Let an orphan become a great fighter of the proletariat.
You bury yourself in your work, Dont Ask For Help knows,
You think day and night without thinking about yourself,
You're full of power, and you'll never need it,
You are heroic:
For the cause of socialism,
Go through fire and water!
When dark clouds cover the sky,
Seeing your firm eyes is particularly bright,
When difficulties come,
The image of you bearing a heavy burden is right in front of your eyes.
People who are emotional for personal gain,
When I think of you, I put away my selfish thoughts in shame. ...
You go around calling for people to stand up,
You stand in front of everyone and inspire them.
Now, although you stopped breathing,
Death, for you:
It's just that a Lei Feng has turned into hundreds of millions of bodies.
——1February 23, 963