Wind and thunder together on the ground, a pile of thin bones.
Monks are fools, but they can still be cultivated, while demons are ghosts, which will cause disasters.
The golden monkey made a thousand moves, and Yuyu clarified Wan Li.
Today, I cheer for Sun, just because the demon fog is coming again.
This poem was first published in 19631February in Poems of Chairman Mao published by People's Literature Publishing House.