(Cao Xueqin and Gao E: A Dream of Red Mansions, p. 29)
[Sister Xianglin] Among the people I met in Luzhen this time, I can say that nothing has changed more than her: her gray hair five years ago, that is, she is completely white now. Unlike people in her forties, her face is thin, yellow and black, and her previous sad face has disappeared, just like woodcut, only her eyes are round occasionally, which shows that she is a living thing. She was carrying a bamboo basket in one hand, with a broken bowl and an empty bowl in the middle, and leaning on a bamboo pole longer than her in the other hand, the lower end of which was cracked: obviously a beggar.
(Lu Xun: Blessing and Wandering, page 3)
[Maslova] Two minutes later, a short, plump young woman walked out of the prison door with vigorous steps, quickly turned around and stood beside the warden, wearing a white coat and skirt inside and a gray coat outside. The woman wore linen socks on her feet, cotton shoes on the outside of the socks, and a white headscarf on her head, so that a few locks of black hair slipped down from the headscarf on purpose. The whole face of a woman shows a particularly pale color of the face of a person who has been imprisoned for a long time, which reminds people of the tender buds of potatoes in the cellar. Her short, wide hands and plump, white neck exposed from the fat neckline of her coat are all of this color. On that face, especially against the pale and dull face, her eyes look very dark and bright, slightly swollen, but lively, and one of them is a little squint. She stood upright and puffed out her plump breasts. She went to the long corridor, looked up slightly, looked the warden in the eye, stopped, and prepared to do whatever she was asked to do.
([Russia] lev tolstoy: "Resurrection" Page 6)
[Anna karenin] But now Li Du is moved by the fleeting beauty that only exists in women in love, and now she sees Anna's face. Everything on her face: the bright wine color on her cheeks and chin, the curve of her lips, the faint smile on her face, the brilliance in her eyes, the elegant and flexible movements, the mellow voice, and even the gesture of half-annoyed and half-smiling when she answered Vtulovsky … all these are particularly charming; She seems to know this and is very happy about it.
([Russia] Tolstoy: Anna karenin, p. 878)
My mother is tall and a little hunched. Her body, tortured by years of fatigue and her husband's beating, walked silently sideways, as if afraid of hitting something. The broad oval face is wrinkled and a little swollen, and the dim eyes reveal the sad and uneasy expression that most women in the work area have. There is a deep scar on her right eyebrow, which makes her eyebrows slightly upturned. It seems that her right ear is higher than her left ear, which makes her face look as if she has been listening timidly. Among the thick black hair, a lock of white hair flashed. She looks weak, melancholy and gentle. ...
([Su] Gorky: Mother, p. 1 1)