never mind, i found a translation tool. Here is the English version:

War
Author: Zhang Shuming
As war advances on the sandbox
It is the generals' red and blue markers and flags
Demonstration and results of movement in a certain direction
War is flesh and blood plus science Gold bets
In the mind of a politician, an academic.
A technique, an art, all the same.
It becomes the writings of military theorists and strives to become a classic.
War is only a temporary excuse in the minds and eyes of soldiers.
That's all it took for them to leave their homes.
They had to leave their parents, their wives and children, and rush to their deaths.
The war blossomed in the air, roaring, swooping and colliding, all above and below the ground.
The shocking waves of landings from the sea, the raids or stowaways under the sea.
Both sides of the war consume all the material and spiritual throw to the utmost
Wisdom and courage do not count, but also focus on the famous and unknown science and technology
War loves to wriggle along the long coastline, puffing and cheering from above
The yellow dust and the Gobi hide everything from view
Countless creatures are busy in the night like ants moving blindly, living or dying.
Artillery shells arcing brightly, then laughing, roaring, mocking.
Life and chariots are running ahead to kill or flee to the rear.
For the network of life, in the foul wind and blood
The black clouds of blind movement and squirming of countless creatures
War often contains the philosophy and logic of life countless and infinite
Whatever the pretext, there is no name, righteousness or injustice
To all beings, the end result is the same after all
The countless deaths of countless creatures dissipated into smoke
The flowing river of blood is bathed in the sound of
The afterglow of a hoarse cry of victory curls
War always begins when it should not begin and ends when it should not end
Winners and losers alike lose heavily
The guilt is heavy, the scars are heavy
Orphans and widows tell the whole story of the war with endless blood and tears.
The war has forged too many heroes to cover up a lifetime of regret with a moment of dizziness.
What is a shining star of gold in a larger matrix?
The blazing energy of the sun is too weak in the vastness of the universe
The war has produced an endless stream of eternal sins, pains and silences.
Even if a poem is written and a song is woven
There is too much sadness, sobbing, loneliness, shame.
The lively, pure, even childish youth and life's purest ideals and friendships
The pursuers of murder are so ugly, hideous, vicious, and outrageous.
Even though war has refined the glory of countless heroes and the madness of demons
It is soaked with too much blood and tears and sorrow.
How will the displaced people enjoy the taste of glory and justice?
The confusion and indifference in the pile of bones for thousands of years
Who has ever penetrated the mystery and sacredness of it?
First draft on May 2, 2006