Our family is like a little chicken.
When it grows up it becomes a goose.
And it'll turn into a sheep.
The sheep will turn into an ox.
And after the ox is Communism.
And there'll be dumplings and meat every day.
Communism, or at least China's bastardised version of it – what would Marx have made of fourth-class railway compartments in a supposedly classless society? – has duly performed its miracle. The path has been far from straight, the journey anything but painless, certainly not bloodless. But the Communist party, by its own criteria at least, has delivered. As the hero of To Live, a 1994 film by the director Zhang Yimou, promises his son and later his grandson, life has indeed got better for most Chinese.
“……咱們家現(xiàn)在也就是一只小雞，
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