Mao's hymn to the plums

you MUST have read this!

风雨送春归，
飞雪迎春到，
已是悬崖百丈冰，
犹有花枝俏。

俏也不争春，
只把春来报。
待到山花烂漫时，
她在丛中笑。
(Mao, the Great Chairman, written in December 1961)

Op English goes like this:

The spring sneaks out, flipping the rain the bird,
As the wind gives it a shove, like an insult heard.
Flying snow welcomes it, like a drunken mate,
While ice heaps up, a hundred cliffs to create.

But there's this damn twig, blooming with sass,
Not giving a damn, just saying, "Kiss my ass!"
It sticks around, till the mountain flowers bloom,
Then grins like a winner, in that floral room.

Yeah, that twig's a rebel, in this messed-up scene,
Screaming, "Life's a dirty joke, let's keep it obscene!"
So it parties with the flowers, in a wild spree,
A middle finger to the world, that's where it'll be!