白色的花岗岩整齐地堆砌起纪念的文字,敬仰的生命永远地消逝了。我拉动枪栓的声音,或许会惊醒一个不屈的英魂。在某个清晨,一个当代的中国军人站在纪念碑下,同那些张宁静而安祥的脸对话。当我沿着历史的辙痕,寻找战争的恶之源,当我伸手拭去冷兵器上流淌的热的血;当我凝视那一双双出神的眼睛……我想,在漫漫的长夜里,我该擎一盏灯,引战争 White granite neatly piled up commemorative writing, revered life forever lost. I pull the bolt of the sound, may awake an invincible soul. One morning, a contemporary Chinese soldier stood under a monument to speak with those quiet and peaceful faces. As I followed the trail of history to find the source of the wickedness of the war as I reached out and wiped away the hot blood flowing over the cold weapons; when I stared at the deluded eyes ... I thought, in the long long night, I should light a lamp, lead the war