Seventy-one years old

He is very old

teeter

Doddering

Even if it is a crane-haired childish face

It's not really young either

But you

At that age

Still is

Hair is dyed like ink

The face seems to be reborn

Even the annual rings of the years

Circle by circle stretches infinitely

I don't see half of your gray hair

You only have maturity and sophistication

It's powerful

You swing your iron arm into the sky

The sky was bright

Thou hast sprinkled the rain upon the earth

The land is lush and green

You send warmth into the world

The world is full of purple and red

You were born on a boat in the South Lake

has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow

The years have been carved

With a majestic posture that does not fall

Standing on Mount Everest

It burned fiercely

Seventy-one candles

Condensed

Thousands of bright red and clear hearts

Flowing

A common blessing

Communist Party of China

I wish you eternal youth

(1992)