The Memorial Grave
Author: Runping Chen
Such a grave
Has buried more victories;
In the pervading beacon-fires
An “Iron Army” rushed out
And set up a monument their bodies
Which cut across storm of shots and shells.
Here is the solemn and quiet;
Could people have heard the intense musical note
And still have seen the heroes
Wiping out the national darkness with their blood,
Pushing their hot hearts to the bore of guns.
Bloody battles deserved the news of a triumphant return.
Heroes, peace to their ashes.
For them the evening glow
Pulled open the red satin quilt.
The survived country fellow
Beside you crowded
And around the Tingsi Bridge gathered.
How couldn’t they be grieved and crying?
How couldn’t they be excited and proud of?
The seven-hundred-year stone bridge was staring
At the historical battlefield, and listening to the bugle snarling;
It was with knitted brows
On its forehead, painfully and unceasingly grieved.
The rivers and mountains were all moaning
And chanting the earth-shaking fight.
The monument holds up the heroic undertaking,
The chaos caused by war entered the past at the meanwhile.
You heroes have composed the mountain range,
Blended with the earth as a whole.
Copyright © Runping Chen | Year Posted 2017
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