我无法召回那凉爽之夜,我无法重见女友的倩影,我无法听到那只夜莺,在花园里唱出快乐的歌声,那迷人的春夜飞逝而去,你无法叫它再度降临,萧瑟的秋天已经来到,愁雨绵绵,无止无境。千古江山,英雄辈出。历史的长河造就了无数英雄好汉,也吞噬了不少本该称之为英雄的人物。时间就像过滤器一样滤走那些无名小辈,多少年后,人们尚能忆起的也不过就是那为数不多的几个人、几件事。 I can not recall the cool night, I can not see the shadow of my girlfriend again, I can not hear the nightingale, sing a happy song in the garden, the charming spring night flies away, you can not call it again, bleak The autumn has come, sad rain, endless. Eternal world, the heroes come forth in large numbers. The long history of history has created countless heroic hero, but also swallowed a lot of what should be called a hero. Time filter like those unknown innocent junior, how many years later, people can still remember that few but a few people, a few things.