(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)