节日,九江的朋友送我两瓶佳酿,一瓶“百年喜庆”,包装一团喜气,像披着红盖头的新嫁娘,红装素裹,纸醉银迷;另一瓶“百年孤独”却呈姜黄的老辣之色,一方淡褐的皮革上印着黑字商标,如同智者,一身曲高和寡的孤傲之气。酒放在案头,未曾入口,仅名字就给人耳目一新之感。说起中国白酒, Festival, Jiujiang friends sent me two bottles of wine, a bottle of “a hundred years of festive,” a pack of festivity, like a red hijab in the new bride, red wrapped, paper drunk silver fans; another bottle of “a hundred years alone” Was spicy turmeric color, a light brown leather printed on the black word mark, as wise, a solitary aloof air. Wine on the desk, no entrance, only the name gives a refreshing feeling. Speaking of Chinese white wine,