Wang, who is now 56 years old, followed his father's orders, and for years, he's worked as a food delivery driver. He says that Wang wrote this poem after a work shift where he was given two wrong addresses. (Reading) Rushing wind from air, rushing knives from wind, rushing fire from my bones, rushing water from flames. And so there's such a thing as new workers' literature, really known probably after 2000. SCHMITZ: And, you know, as you mentioned, you know, the preeminent figure of Chinese communism, Mao Zedong, called for this.