2003年9月初,我在长沙逗留了半日,橘树成林,而枫叶尚未红遍万山,我有幸登临岳麓山。因时间仓促,来不及到山颠,便折身回返。在树色掩映之中,隐隐看到许多墓穴,里面埋葬着湖南籍辛亥英烈的遗骸,更负载着世纪初的痛苦与激情。我顾不上用心去听那昨日天风海雨的咆哮,就赶着下山。一转眼整整两年过去了,最近一 In early September 2003, I stayed in Changsha for half a day and the orange trees formed forests. The maple leaves have not yet reached Wanshan. I had the privilege of boarding Yuelu Mountain. Due to the rush of time, it was too late to go to Shandian, and they folded back. Among the shades of trees, many tombs are faintly seen, and the remains of Hunan’s Xin Hai heroes are buried. They are also burdened with the pain and passion of the early centuries. I couldn’t care to listen to the roar of yesterday’s stormy weather and hurry to go down. In the blink of an eye, the whole two years have passed and the last one