不知何时起,我迷恋上了葡萄酒。或许是因为那一盏盏精致的高脚杯,像一个个高傲的贵妇人,高昂着头,玲珑剔透,却不得不臣服于那一抹酒红色。又或许是“葡萄美酒夜光杯,欲饮琵琶马上催”中的醉卧沙场的豪情感染了我,让我无比神往。偶然一天,父母在家宴客,拿出了他们珍藏已久的葡萄酒。一抹暗红色晃过,我便有些眩晕。那 I don’t know when I’ve become obsessed with wine. Maybe it was because of that exquisite goblet, like a proud lady, with her head high, exquisitely carved, but she had to submit to that touch of burgundy. Or perhaps it was the pride of the “grass and wine luminous cup, the desire to drink and drink immediately,” and the indulge in me, and it made me incomparable. Occasionally, the parents hosted a dinner at home and took out their long-awaited wine. A touch of dark red went off and I was dizzy. that