纪念
伊丽莎白·吴
英烈的呼吸已然远去，他们
知道我们的痛苦，为解救我们而战斗。
他们的血换来我们自由身，
这血背负苦痛如巨大的石头。
他们在墓中静静沉睡，
许多人的故事鲜为人知。
亲友们悲伤落泪，
万千的回忆纷沓而至。
一排排仆倒的勇士，
与众一样普通的生命；
却又那么非凡卓异！
让我们回想那些惨烈场景：
天空黑沉沉如夜晚，
敌对的气息弥漫着战场。
风四面八方嗥叫回旋，
浓雾令人深陷绝望。
尽管气候严酷，战斗持续依然。
洪流，骤雨狂风！
苦旱，赤日炎炎！
冻伤的手都变了形。
尽管知道死亡就在前头，
他们咬紧牙关，勇往直前：
爬过还在淌血的尸首，
冰凉的双手紧握住刀剑。
终究，他们被包围了。
四面各处
子弹纷飞炮火轰炸。
他们如羊被宰杀，生机全无。
手榴弹和炮弹炸响，
空中滚滚黑烟；
红色血雾溅起的地方
上千人躺倒，无助寂然。
他们承受了极度的痛苦，
那实在是沉沉重担。
这英勇忘我的付出
绝少人会去实践。
这些男士和女士配受极大的敬仰
不能仅在一天被纪念。
所以，我们看到一朵罂粟花在胸上
但实在不足以回报敬献。
但让我们也记起
耶稣曾赴死的救赎山。
在那里祂祭献了自己的身体
祂被许多人否认轻贱。
因祂永恒的爱，
道成了肉身，担当我们罪愆。
无暇羔羊从天而来，
祂的宝血和伤痕得胜完满。
祂承受了这全地的罪罚，
其重，再无担子可比。
没有何物可偿付这重价，
我的救主舍生被弃。
我的罪链脱落，我的罪债全消，
我无需背负那苦刑十架。
我得了天国的门票，
无需承受地狱的挣扎。
所以我们当永葆于心：
十一月十一，
还有我们救主得胜的伤痕。
胸中永远回荡：“铭记！”
（翻译：大河原）
Remember
Gone are the breaths of the men who fought
To free us from the pain they’ve known.
Our liberty their blood has bought,
Bearing the torment as hefty stone.
Silent in their graves asleep,
Many with their stories untold.
And loved ones sorrowfully weep,
Thousands of memories unfold.
Row and rows of fallen warriors,
Ordinary souls much like all;
But markedly more superior.
The doleful scenes shall we recall:
The sky was a dark cauldron-black,
And the field lay thick in hostile air.
The wind howled each way forth and back.
A thick fog threw them in despair.
Though in harsh climates, war raged on.
The deluges, the tempestuous storms,
The arid weather, the blazing sun,
And the frostbitten hands deformed.
Though knowing that death lies ahead,
They clenched their teeth and charged onwards:
Creeping across corpses which still bled,
Gelid hands gripping tight on sword.
However, they were surrounded.
Everywhere in all directions
Bullets and arrows bombarded.
Slaughtered like sheep, gone their complexion.
While grenades and bombs exploded,
The air had become tenebrous;
Then up a red mist of blood spewed
Where thousands laid deadly helpless.
They have bore the weight of anguish,
For it was a substantial burden.
This act of valour unselfish
That few would do for certain.
These men and women far too adorn
To be remembered in just one day.
And so, we see a poppy worn
But surely not enough to repay.
But let us also remember
Redemption’s hill where Jesus died.
Where His body was dismembered
And whom many have denied.
Because of His eternal love,
The Word became flesh and bore sin.
The perfect Lamb came down from above.
His precious blood and scars to win.
Who endured the sins of all the earth
For there was no greater weight borne.
And nothing could have paid its worth
For my Saviour was left forlorn.
My chains are gone, my debt is paid
So that I need not bear the rugged cross.
My ticket to heaven is gained
So we need not endure hell’s chaos.
So shall we forever keep in heart:
The eleventh of November,
And our Saviour’s victorious scars.
Forever echoing: “Remember!”
Written by Elizabeth when she was in Grade 8 (14 years old).
She presented the poem on the Remembrance Day 2018 at RHCA school chapel.
Elizabeth: A high school student in grade 11 in Ontario, Canada. I really enjoy the excitement of traveling and playing basketball，golfing，and snowboarding. I love the visual arts, drama, and music. I take my mind outside of what is simply restricted in this world. There is none other than poetry that can capture all of me and truly let go of my thoughts and paint them through words.
吴欣欣，加拿大安大略省11年级高中生。很享受周游世界和打篮球、打高尔夫球以及滑雪带来的快乐，喜爱视觉艺术、戏剧和音乐。不羁的思想畅游于被约束的世界之外。唯有诗歌可以吸引我，释放我天马行空的所思所想并将之涂画在文字上。
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