A sentence praising a man's beard

His moustache curled up on his lips like foam.

A stiff-lipped black beard.

The white beard that brushed his face made the old man's appearance more respectable.

The beard on his upper lip looks kind and soft, with gray and brown ends.

With two moustaches, tiger tiger has a god.

Curly and sparse beard, like a small wedge, swaying sideways.

Around the square chin, connected to the ears, Cao Cao's beard with half of his face stood sullenly, like a brush with strong hair.

He has a four-inch goatee under his mouth.

His beard is striking, like the word "one" written in thick ink.

The beard on his face rolled into many small circles, like moss on the moor.

That bushy beard is like a shovel. Lighter than hair.

The lower part of the whole face was blown green.

Slightly tilted chin, unkempt beard, as if it had been burned, curly and yellow.

This beard is unkempt. It looks like withered weeds in Yuan Ye in winter.

A few straight and thin beards shine like silver.

He has a big beard like Santa Claus, temples and cheeks, as white as snow.

His beard is messy, like a mop.

A tuft of beard under his mouth is one or two inches thick. From a distance, his chin looks like a small wooden fish with black paint hanging upside down.

His long thick brown beard kept shaking like a cat's beard.

Short beards stick out one by one, just like an old brush with hair pulled out.

The beards on both cheeks grow to the nostrils.

His golden chestnut beard, although never cut, is very shallow, very tightly rolled into two neatly pinched on his lips, and the outline is beautiful.

His beard is thin and soft, hanging on both sides of the quarrel, like a comma in punctuation, which can neither stand up, float up nor roll up.

Under the cheekbones, all the way to the throat, there is a cluster here, and there is a cluster of beards like the beards on the corn head.