我是固执地相信一个人是只能属于一座城的。正如《倾城之恋》里陷落于战火的香港。那是白流苏的城。繁华在触手可及的海风里生生不息,每个人都是假的,只有空旷寂寥的喑哑在紧紧缠绕。炮火中的逃亡,炮火里半真半假的爱恋。炮火后再无波澜的平静生活,不过就是她想要的。上海不是她的,那里有她再不愿回首的过去,那里的所有都是住在心中的肿瘤,只有逃离,到一个与回忆没有任何瓜葛的地方,好好地过剩下的日子。而作为作者,张爱玲却是深爱着上海的。她也不会再为任何一座城怦然心动,上海就像每天擦肩而过的路人,或是高调奢 I stubbornly believe that a person can belong to only one city. Just as Hong Kong, a city in flames, fell in love with Allure. That is the city of white tassels. Prosperous endless sea breeze at your fingertips, everyone is fake, only the lonely mute dumb tightly wrapped. Escape in artillery, artillery fire in the semi-true love. No calm waves of life after the fire, but that is what she wanted. Shanghai is not her, there is the past she is reluctant to look back, where all are living in the heart of the tumor, only to escape, to a place without any relationship with memories, a good surplus days. As an author, however, Zhang Ailing is deeply in love with Shanghai. She will no longer be for any city aroused, Shanghai is like passing passers-by every day, or high-profile luxury