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只见他身材伟岸,肤色古铜,五官轮廓分明而深邃,犹如希腊的雕塑,幽暗深邃的冰眸子,显得狂野不拘,邪魅性感。他的立体的五官刀刻般俊美,整个人发出一种威震天下的王者之气,邪恶而俊美的脸上此时噙着一抹放荡不拘的微笑。
He saw Wei tall, bronze color, facial features and clear outline of the profound, like the Greek sculpture, ice and deep dark eye, appears to be in any wild, Xie Mei sexy. His three-dimensional features like Daoke handsome, the whole issue of a world of the King of Wei Qi, the handsome face of evil and hold in mouth at this time a touch of debauchery in an informal smile.
以上,希望对你有所帮助。
He saw Wei tall, bronze color, facial features and clear outline of the profound, like the Greek sculpture, ice and deep dark eye, appears to be in any wild, Xie Mei sexy. His three-dimensional features like Daoke handsome, the whole issue of a world of the King of Wei Qi, the handsome face of evil and hold in mouth at this time a touch of debauchery in an informal smile.
以上,希望对你有所帮助。
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第1个回答 2008-11-23
(一)I think she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is exciting, amazing
and sexy. When we first met I felt her erotic emanation. Now I know that she is
extremely intelligent too.
(二)She is 24 years old, and she has a 3-year-old son. So she is a mother. A sharp mother. She has a piercing in her tongue and two tattoos, one on her stomach (an Indian man’s face) and one on her back (it is non-figurative). I like them very
much. If you meet her, look at her face; it is so sweet. She has a birthmark on the tip of her nose.
(三)Sometimes I call her ”spotted nose.” It is so sweet. Really. Like a little cat. But her eyes. They are blue like the sky in spring or the ocean in a stormy night. They are so maddening. Well, let’s talk about her mouth. When she is smiling she has two little face-lines by the side of her lips. (dimples)
(四)She is the most beautiful mother in the world and she is a real muse, a muse which every poet wants, lovely, wild, tender, sweet, and deep with secrets and love. A real woman.
自己去这里查吧,多得是哦!
and sexy. When we first met I felt her erotic emanation. Now I know that she is
extremely intelligent too.
(二)She is 24 years old, and she has a 3-year-old son. So she is a mother. A sharp mother. She has a piercing in her tongue and two tattoos, one on her stomach (an Indian man’s face) and one on her back (it is non-figurative). I like them very
much. If you meet her, look at her face; it is so sweet. She has a birthmark on the tip of her nose.
(三)Sometimes I call her ”spotted nose.” It is so sweet. Really. Like a little cat. But her eyes. They are blue like the sky in spring or the ocean in a stormy night. They are so maddening. Well, let’s talk about her mouth. When she is smiling she has two little face-lines by the side of her lips. (dimples)
(四)She is the most beautiful mother in the world and she is a real muse, a muse which every poet wants, lovely, wild, tender, sweet, and deep with secrets and love. A real woman.
自己去这里查吧,多得是哦!
第2个回答 2008-11-22
Little Women
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Gulliver's Travels
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Sherlock Holmes
,M1
Gulliver's Travels
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Sherlock Holmes
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本回答被提问者采纳第3个回答 2008-11-22
在Mary Shelley小说 Frankenstein 中,有这么一段描写
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! -- Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! -- Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
第4个回答 2008-11-22
He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.
A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms, the flowers of which she was picking off and strewing on the floor; her arms, bare to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved with a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and supple foot, so as to display the pure and full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray and blue clocked, stocking. At three paces from her, seated in a chair which he balanced on two legs, leaning his elbow on an old worm-eaten table, was a tall young man of twenty, or two-and-twenty, who was looking at her with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl controlled his look.
--------The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms, the flowers of which she was picking off and strewing on the floor; her arms, bare to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved with a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and supple foot, so as to display the pure and full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray and blue clocked, stocking. At three paces from her, seated in a chair which he balanced on two legs, leaning his elbow on an old worm-eaten table, was a tall young man of twenty, or two-and-twenty, who was looking at her with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl controlled his look.
--------The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas