Good words and sentences about numbers

Strong, selective, stout, lean, beautiful, obese, physical, tough, tall, strong, symmetrical, slim, thin, dark brown, slim, bloated, burly, handsome, strong, thin, weak, mighty, thin and weak.

Good sentences describing characters

Fat baby really lives up to its reputation. Her head is round and her body is round, which looks like a round shell.

The girl is slim and graceful, stepping lightly on the high branches, picking the loquat on the top, like a swallow and a floating cloud. Her waist is soft, as if tied by two fingers.

I ran downstairs and saw a thin and short boy, about seven or eight years old, picking up broken glass under the window, with a football next to him.

The child is strong and energetic, like a pony, and can run at any time.

He has a stocky figure, broad shoulders and fat body, dark skin, a big belly protruding outwards, and walks on two legs.

Tim's face is as yellow as leaves, and his body is as thin as dry wood, completely losing his former elegance.

Big brother is very tall and looks like a telephone pole from the side. Wide body, sideways, like a wall.

Mr. Hou Yun is of medium build, about 40 years old.

My cousin, who has been to my house before, is ragged and thin, and is a real country boy.

My grandfather is over 70 years old, but his body is very strong. His bronzed face is engraved with deep wrinkles and traces of the times.

My grandfather is very strong. Although he is eighty years old, he is still in high spirits.

He is tall and thin, like a straw swaying in the wind.

She has regular facial features and slim figure, like an elegant daffodil.

That tall, strong and athletic figure is Sima Aiyun.

He looks like a monkey, with three bones, a dried radish head and a face as black as a coal digger.

Nasser is a tall and stocky man, and it is easy to think of the date palm trees that can be seen everywhere in Egypt, which can withstand the wind and waves.

He is short and fat, with big arms and a round waist, like a plump autumn melon.

This man is strong, agile and energetic-it seems that his body is full of steam, and he is rushing forward.

His slightly hunched shoulders, protruding neck and clumsy limbs still remain standing in front of the counter.

Fat baby's eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth are as charming as spring flowers, fat baby's dancing hands and feet are as sultry as the wind blowing willow branches, and fat baby's laughter looking for nipples is as vigorous as running water.

Pang Kuang is really fat, rolling around Wang Ling like a ball, standing in front of her like a bucket, but her voice is like a thread, thin and low.

His figure has always been thin, his skin is tanned, his stomach is bulging and his cheeks are sunken.

She is so fat that she looks like a cotton bag rolled out of a printing machine.

His chest is very wide. But the ribs stick out as if they were about to fall.

She looks like a Hercules, standing there like a 60-year-old oak tree with solid roots.

His hunchback arched upward like a hill.

The big belly is like a bag of food, hanging on the waistband and jumping inside the shirt.

She stood in front of me with her feet spread out, like a compass in a drawing instrument.

She is a girl with thick arms and thick legs, as strong as a pine tree.

He is so short, and his appearance is so unremarkable-as if he were composed of a hat, a red beard and felt boots above the knee.