Look into the distance,

Waves surging,

White sails,

That's the industrious fisherman,

Go on a voyage for the Motherland.

Cast a thousand nets,

10,000 tons of fish were caught,

Always ahead.

Look at the eyes,

Tall coconut trees,

Neatly standing by the shore.

O fishing nets to dry,

One by one.

Baskets full of fresh fish,

One by one, they are next to each other.

O young fisherwoman,

Holding utensils in hand,

Rushing back and forth.

Take the fruits of this harvest,

Shipped in all directions.

O beautiful south,

Inspiring and motivating.

O wild geese flying far away,

Please bring my heartfelt heart:

Following the glorious line of Chairman Mao,

Plough the waves

Brave ahead!

(February 1975)