像一味熬了数年的药,悄悄灌到心里,绝顶的苦,却显出浅浅的甘,但终究又品出涩来,似复杂的心绪——这是女儿红的魅力。我曾经隔着坛子闻过这种酒,是在舅舅舅妈的婚宴。从绍兴运到广西的两块土方,把泥凿落,香气渐溢,终只剩半米高的两坛。贴了红“囍”字的坛子立在故乡的碎土上,我看看酒,又看看新嫁娘,都好像蹙着眉,笑着眼。而一般得 Like a few years of blindly boiled medicine, quietly poured into my heart, extremely bitter, but showing shallow light, but after all, astringent to the product, it seems complicated mood - this is the charm of her daughter red. I once heard this wine across the jars, is the wedding of aunt uncle. From Shaoxing to Guangxi two earthworks, the mud chisel fall, the fragrance gradually overflowing, and finally only half a meter high two altar. Posted a red “囍 ” the jar of words standing in the hometown of the broken soil, I look at the wine, and look at the new bride, are as frowned, laughing. And generally