A word of praise for a beautiful girl.

Those velvet eyebrows, bent like butterfly tentacles, look particularly black.

Two thick black eyebrows. They stretch out horizontally on their broad foreheads.

The eyebrows are clustered into a pair of black, slightly frowning and slightly lifting. It's all thoughtful and thoughtless.

Two black eyebrows raised high. You can't help thinking that crows are shining in the sun.

Two big eyebrows. Like two distant mountains. Beautiful and hazy.

This eyebrow is as angry as an axe.

His eyebrows always seem to be raised upward, with a little hope, a little surprise and a little happiness.

The tips of the two thin eyebrows rise as the eyes become round, which is simply two ice peaks.

If you cut your temples with a knife, your eyebrows are like ink painting.

He frowned. There seems to be a terrible horseshoe print on his eyebrows.

Her forehead seems to have been deeply tattooed by a woodcut knife.

The two-leaf arch eyebrows are slender, gradually tapering and gradually disappearing into the sideburns.

Short and sparse eyebrows, like the moon on the first night, hang lightly on the protruding forehead.

Her curved and elegant eyebrows always rise slightly.

His eyebrows are thick and dense, connected in a line, like a beard shaved from his mouth sticking to his forehead, for fear of ruining it.

Two eyebrows make her eyes have a special beauty-these are two hazel, soft, almost straight lines, and rarely symmetrical, one is a little higher than the other, so there is a small wrinkle on this eyebrow, which seems to contain meaning and hide thoughts.

As he spoke, he frowned on his eyes more tightly with two gray eyebrows, which were like countless towering bushes on the mountain, and the top of the mountain was covered with the frost of the northern country like a silver needle.

Almost no eyebrows. At the position of eyebrows, there are two slightly raised shiny lines and a few shiny hairs.