Prose praising beautiful women

I often see a picture in front of my eyes. A low wall surrounds a building decorated with black and white tiles. A warm-smelling woman sat sideways on a bamboo chair, with a thick and beautiful book on her lap, quietly browsing. The hair tied up at random is blown by the wind, and a strand of restless hair slips into a woman's smooth neck and is caught behind her ears by slender fingers. The sky is slightly blue with white light, and the world is so quiet that only Xiaowu is singing in the branches. Perhaps the rare holiday gave her time to stay at home; Perhaps, she just finished taking a nap at home; Perhaps, the crying child is now lying quietly in the small bed, with tears in his eyes and falling asleep. But at the moment, women are so comfortable, full of wisdom and rational light.

This artistic conception has always impressed me.

I don't know whether the life I insist on pursuing is reality or just an artistic conception. When triviality is like a winding thread, no one will pay attention to whether you live gracefully and comfortably. And I am also upset by all kinds of troubles, and I don't know where to throw my reason. Sometimes, looking at my tortured decadent self, all my thoughts collapse instantly, and tears can't be controlled, so fragile. At this time, I will think of the elegant woman in my dream.

She should always wear a confident smile, not happy for things or sad for herself. In her eyes, success and failure are just common things. Know what you want, know how to get it, and start moving in that direction. Have certain friends, have principles in choosing friends, and don't be too serious but absolutely sincere to people. Have a certain hobby and know how to relax yourself in time. Is an independent and strong individual.

I have met many types of women in my life, provocative, gentle, atmospheric and silent. Each kind has its fascinating side. I like the shy and meticulous appearance of southern girls, and I like the water in the south of the Yangtze River, which is clear and gentle, bit by bit and flows very long. It has the softness and toughness of wicker, which looks fragile but difficult to break. Sentimental emotions are like a mist on the water in the south of the Yangtze River, which is impenetrable. This is the unique amorous feelings of southern women.

I also like the straightforward personality of northern women. That innate breath, like a fiery red fire, is a beauty that people will never forget. I have read the description of a northern Mizhi aunt in a reader, and I am very eager to see their charm. Their red faces working by the fire, their neat skills, and the loud and beautiful envelope tour they heard walking on the distant mountain road made me feel a kind of heroic spirit different from that of southern women.

Women are like rough jade. The more they are honed by the years, the more connotation they have. They are like kapok standing alone and don't need to rely on anyone to move forward. She can pretend to be weak to gain pity and express her indignation with tears, but after crying, she still tries to move towards her goal. Women's feelings are delicate and rich, so they are affectionate. Every woman is a complex of emotions. In her, you can find cheerful, silent, strong or weak. Women in this century, with knowledge and self-restraint, have made themselves have a unique style. They know how to respect themselves and how to gain the respect of others.