Chapter 97 we will always learn from you

Dear Premier Zhou, dear Premier Zhou! On the anniversary of your death today, we are full of sorrows and joys, and we don't know where to start with so many things in our hearts! Days and nights of the next three hundred days, dark clouds filled the air, and demonic voices rose from all directions—the diffuse dark clouds wanted to cover up your great voice imprinted in our hearts; Your great feat. I couldn't help but burst into tears, and my heart was filled with grief and indignation! When is the long night, we can only comfort ourselves with the great Mao Zedong Thought! Endless sorrow turned into infinite joy!

In an instant, those who can sing, those who can write, the singing all over the sky and the poems everywhere, poured out the pent-up nostalgia of the people of all ethnic groups in the country for you! Dear Premier Zhou! Here I do not mention the hundreds of millions of workers, peasants, and soldiers who are working hard, we only show ourselves! what you said to me: "We are all so old, and we can only do our best to the party and the people..." You didn't speak your mind to the end! We will always learn from you! Say seventy, eighty, let us get you straight to the end!

For the sake of the Party, for the people, and to commemorate you, we solemnly swear to the Party, to you and the 800 million people: We must learn from you, we must "dedicate ourselves to death and die"! (This article was originally published in the Journal of the Central University for Nationalities on January 9, 1977.)