Women are picturesque, like a touch of Guilin landscape, beautiful and magical.
Women are like smoke, such as the gentle and hazy water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and quiet and serene women are like songs, like waterfalls, and they are cheerful and unrestrained.
Women are like water, like a clear and transparent stream in the mountains, pure, moist, quiet, quiet, dignified and generous.
A woman with elegant posture is as beautiful, charming and radiant as Tianshan Mountain.
A song cannot capture the beauty of all the women in the world.
No matter how beautiful the poem is, it can't express women's feelings.
Ode to women
I don't understand everything you gave me.
You polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
I began to walk up and down this strange street of life.
But you can always see a pair of big hands protecting and guiding.
I chased these big hands and stroked them with the vicissitudes of history, but I couldn't help sighing that time was hopeless.
It's these eager eyes.
You never stop, you must keep going.
I don't know what the destination is.
Your soul has left your body.
Does the soul not feel tired?
The world will eventually be gathered by eyes.
You won't be strange when you cross the road.
Looking at those beautiful big hands, my eyes are almost blurred