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.