I am a Chinese workerOur revolutionary comrades are found in every    corner of the EarthPerhaps consciously or perhaps unintentionallyWe truly stand hereTraveling the world’s ups and downs with our    hands that feed horses and chop woodI am a Chinese workerLurking inside the desire of tall mansions in steel    and concrete is our captive cut-priceYouthThe changes of the season are not oursFood and vegetables don’t need our attentionAll we can do is let the mystery of the words    Made in ChinaFiercely flood every river leading to the four    oceans and seven continentsAnd at every intersectionTake the spoils of the October RevolutionTo exchange for much sought-after ticket stubs to    return home at year’s endI am a Chinese workerLet those days of monotonous factory    life explode and tumble in the cogwheels of    timeOn the quay, the suitcases that have crossed    oceans and seas are stuffed with ourPenniless and ephemeral pursuitsThe sparks of the years howlTorrential rain in the heart, endless windsBetween lightning and thunder we ask ourselvesWhen will we give our lives a wild runEight thousand miles is too farThree thousand miles is too nearWe are in this vast land, nine million six hundred    thousand kilometersSurviving the nightI come from a villageYou come from a townBoth of us fight barefoot in this dreamy big cityAgainst the gunfire of the Second Industrial    RevolutionI wish to write those blond-haired yuppies with    blue eyes across the oceanA letterA letter that can’t be deliveredTell them of the blooming of spring flowersTell them how high birds flyTell them those walking in the streetsWear clothes that appear decentOh, but they make us feel embarrassedWe sleep ashamed on the warm beds in the    workshopWithout warning we wake up in shockFull of incomprehensionFull of drilling painI want to ask themWhy is the dawn sun covered by dark cloudsWhy isn’t there a rainbow after rainWhy are nights in the city bright as dayWhy are rivers, once grand, now sparkling goldA shining place or somewhere with overgrown    grassThere grow Chinese workers standing side by    side like the Great WallThere grow Chinese workers covering mountainsThere grow Chinese workers holding bronze toolsThere grow Chinese works who smoke and puffThere grow Chinese workers who are armoredThere grow Chinese workers quiet as a riddleThere grow Chinese workersThere grow Chinese workersThere grow Chinese workersI am a Chinese worker