没有人能阻止自身衰败的进程。英雄也是一样,不论你曾经堵过枪眼,炸过碉堡,还是车间主任,生产能手,岁月不会因为你的功绩就放你一马。当你看着镜子里面自己的发迹线不断后移,啤酒肚越加圆滚时,自作多情的思前想后,你要告诉自己这就是英雄迟暮。 No one can stop the process of its own decline. The same is true for the hero, whether you’ve ever blocked a bullet hole, exploded a bunker, or a workshop director, a production hand, and years will not let you go because of your merit. When you look at the mirror inside their own hair lines continue to move backward, beer belly more rounded, since the passionate thinking, you have to tell myself this is the heroic twilight.