On the wall
Crammed with
Thousands upon thousands of
Names of martyrs
I took one look
Only one quick look
Then I decided to leave
Without glancing back, I left
That is because I saw
A friend’s name
Of course I knew
It was only his namesake
I am quite sure
If I had taken a second look
I would have seen
My own name
More than ten years ago, three vociferous, unknown young writers were lucky enough to have used the old “Poetry Anthology” section of the magazine, “Literary Friends” as a through train to leap into poetry circles, and to win overnight fame. Among them was Zhu Jian. Only Zhu Jian knew how to treasure the opportunity to continue moving forwards, to be diligent, and to go on writing prolifically in the New Century. “The Nanjing Massacre” represents his present situation: he is dissatisfied with his small innate talent; he refuses to rest at his title of “King of Short Poems”; and he talks about power and striving to write great poetry by using his own distinctive style.
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