写下这个题目,自己也被吓了一跳。可内心对张爱玲无法言说的痴迷,让我还是保留了它。酷热难耐的午后,我抱回了梦寐以求的《张爱玲作品集》。厚厚的一本,凝重的黑色封面,搁在那里,像一团浓雾。而她,就在那一团浓雾后,穿着一袭黑底碎花旗袍,袅袅婷婷地向我走来。轻轻地,她为我焚 Writing this topic, he was also shocked. I can still retain it because I can’t tell Zhang Ailing’s indescribable obsession. Afternoon in the heat, I returned to the dream of “Zhang Ailing Collection.” A thick, dignified black cover rests there like a thick fog. And she, just after that thick fog, dressed in a black floral cheongsam and walked toward me. Gently, she burns for me