程绍国从不讳言好酒。读这个酒人的散文,字里行间除了流荡着瓯江楠溪两岸的水色山光,乌岩石门的烟岚雨雾,闯世界揽来各地叫人揪心的风景光影,还氤氲着黄的、白的、红的土洋各色酒的芳香。没感觉的人读不出来,有感觉的读者,于是跟着微醺,这时看这一作者,身高背阔,不似传统的文人墨客,谈吐间明快豪爽,甚至带几分粗犷,心中品味,像是燕赵慷慨悲歌之士?像是台州 Cheng Shaoguo never denied good wine. Read this wine’s prose, between the lines in addition to the wandering Oujiang Nan River aqua mountain light, Wuyan stone door smoke Lan rain and fog, Chuang the world come from all over the gripping scenery of the light, but also with yellow, white, red The smell of earthy colored wine. Feelings of people can not read out, there is a feeling of readers, so follow Wei Mi, then look at this author, height and width, not like the traditional literati, between the talkative bright and honest, and even with a bit rough, Like Yan Ge generous sad song? Like Taizhou