Excerpted from a sentence praising a woman's talent and temperament.

The way you smile is the most touching. Two thin lips are smiling, long eyes are smiling, and the two dimples on your cheek are also smiling.

You are the most beautiful and kind woman I have ever seen.

You are so beautiful, as beautiful as a lyric poem. What impressed me most was your clear eyes like a lake, and your long flashing eyelashes. You are like a soft cloud floating around in front of my eyes, and your beautiful smile like spring ripples on your beautiful and elegant face.

You are wearing a purple cheongsam. From a distance, you really look like a flying butterfly. The color is nice and soft.

Beautiful shutter door, how quietly she leans against it, how troubled her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply. That woman is about twenty-seven or eight years old, graceful and beautiful.

Jin Jue's hairpin on his head, and Cui Tie on his waist. The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed. How does Yi fly? How can he fly away with the wind? Her look back left a charming light, and the smell of her whistle was like the smell of orchids.

Pink rose-scented robe and sleeve jacket, covered with a loose-flowered blue gauze skirt, tied with a big bow of soft gold thread at the waist, and the sideburns hung obliquely and inserted into jade hairpin Fengchai, showing a slender and enchanting figure.

A woman with elegant temperament is sometimes lofty. This pride from her bones and the accumulation of wisdom in the process of growing up reflect a kind of accomplishment. In their eyes, they never take wealth as the criterion; Don't flatter North Korean officials, don't despise begging along the street, and would rather be a desert Gobi than a greenhouse.

It's really a little bit: the blue Rorschach embroidered with phoenix in the yellow, the pink gauze skirt sweeping the floor, the soft gauze of Luo Cui in hand, and a peony flower obliquely inserted in the wind bun and fog temples: the black eyebrows are far away, and the green temples are full of the smell of spring smoke.

Dark green pants, two pants like knives; Milky white high heels? Ah, Jane is really an elegant and sad statue!