面若中秋之色,色如春晓之花,鬓若刀裁,眉如墨画,鼻如悬胆,静若秋波,虽怒时而似笑,即嗔视而有情。——曹雪芹·《红楼梦》
As to his person, he had: a face like the moon of Mid-Autumn, a complexion like flowers at dawn, a hairline straight as a knife-cut, eyebrows that might have been painted by an artist’s brush, a shapely nose, and eyes as limpid pools, that even in anger seems to smile, and, as they glared, beamed tenderness the while. ——The Story of the Stone, written by Cao Xueqin and translated by David Hawkes
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