曾经读过埃克斯·左拉的《我控诉》,时隔多年那一支来自法兰西的洪亮鲜明的正义号角声已渐渐湮没在众语狂欢的时代深处,当年阅读时那骤然涌起的激情体验在平淡的现实生活中也久违了。直到遇见这篇《恨赋》,痛快淋漓一读到底,才重又获得了那种由顶至踵、直贯脊髓的生命快感。在 I have read the “I accused” of Zola, after a lapse of years from France, a loud and clear justice horn has gradually obliterated in the era of traditional Chinese carnival, when reading that sudden surge Passion experience in plain life is also a long absence. Until I met this “Hate Fu”, enjoy the dripping read in the end, only to regain the kind of from top to heel, straight through the spinal cord of pleasure. in