推开门,黑压压的夜色和一股寒意逼着我往后退了好几步,刹那间屋里甜香的空气弥漫了巧克力般的浓郁苦涩。我喝着一瓶比我老的波特酒,1963年的。那一年,我还没有出生,生命中比较重要的两个人相约来到了这个世界上,给予我生命的母亲和给予母亲幸福的父亲,那是个美好的年代。回忆过去总是美好的,即使有丑恶我们也会去忘却,犹如这老波特酒。刚入瓶时,酒味会绽放青春活力,不过迅速地,酒会进入一个长的休眠期,大概十几年后,酒身慢慢 Open the door, dark night pressure and a chill forced me to step back a few steps, instant sweet atmosphere filled the chocolate-like rich bitterness. I drank a bottle of wine older than me, in 1963. That year, I have not yet been born, the more important two people in life come to this world, the mother of my life and give my mother a happy father, it is a beautiful era. Memories of the past are always beautiful, even ugly we will forget, as if this old Port wine. Just entering the bottle, the wine will bloom youthful vitality, but quickly, the reception into a long dormant period, about a dozen years later, the body slowly