赤色如血,朱红与红之间,调遣着或明或暗的色调。仿佛一杯泼洒了的鲜血,如大朵大朵的曼珠沙华,鬼魅般地漫散开去。第一次接触张爱玲的文字,独特的装帧,血红的封面,黑色宋体,一切都恰到好处,浑若天成。文里说,振保走了。玫瑰再美,开得火热,也只是为了排遣寂寞。喜爱时,那热烈的红, Red blood, red and red, with clear or dark tones. As if a glass of spilled blood, such as the big flower of Manzhua sand, ghostly to diffuse away. The first contact with Eileen Chang’s writing, unique binding, blood-red cover, black Arial, everything just right, muddy if heaven. Wen Lane, Zhenbao left. Roses and then the United States, opened fire, it is only to loneliness. Love, that warm red,