(48) The miracle of a boat

Under the black clouds

on the South Lake

There is a brand new boat

In the dangerous wind

In the midst of the evil waves

Engraved with an eternal mark

It was not the ship that ran aground

It was three mountains that were crushed

Paint on the hull

Stained a huge rooster

Colorful and multiplying chicks

Endless

Heavenly host

Seventy-five bright red candles were lit

Reflecting the ship

Sail to another harbor

-- Commemorating the 76th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China

(1996)