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In the autumn of 2018, I attended a PEN conference and visited Nanjing. I originally ate ducks, crayfish, drank wine, and lived a very happy life.

My good days in Nanjing came to an end until I visited the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall in the drizzle.

Full of grief and anger, my sorrow was beyond words. I became irritable and irrational. I refused to get on the bus and walked more than 20,000 steps in the increasingly heavy rain. Among them, I saw the French plane trees branching on both sides of the road. It was like seeing a woman who was planted upside down in the ground by the Japanese army.

When I walked near the Zhonghua Gate in Nanjing, I felt pain all over my body. I know that I am a person with relatively delicate emotions. That trip to Nanjing really hurt me.

I even felt that going to the Holocaust Memorial Museum was a mistake.

I have always thought that human emotions should be universal. How could they do such cruel things?

Why can I see the ugliest scene in human society under this bright sky?

I will never be able to forget the historical materials I saw at the Holocaust Memorial Museum and the victims.

Therefore, if you see some unfriendly descriptions of the Japanese in my book and feel uncomfortable.

Please click on the upper right corner to leave immediately.