张爱玲小说的开头都很耐人寻味。在她的笔下,总是隔得远远的看上海,有时觉得,她更像是个香港人。有一种屋顶上落满尘埃,房间里飘溢着咖啡香,一出门,就会被巷子里的桶子箱子拖把花缸衣架绊到,她微皱着眉头低头匆匆走过,脸上始终是木然的。然而,她的眼光和心思真是诡秘极了。 The beginnings of Zhang Ailing’s novels are intriguing. In her pen, always looking far to see Shanghai, and sometimes think she is more like a Hong Kong. There is a roof covered with dust, the room overflowing with coffee incense, a go out, it will be the alley bucket box mop cup Hanger tripped over her, her frown brow bowed down, his face is always woody . However, her eyes and mind are really secretive.