"Most of all, I like you best, like a bear in spring."

Those Divine Metaphors by Writers

Exquisite Metaphors by Writers~

The heart is a house with two bedrooms, one for pain and the other for joy, and one cannot laugh too loudly. Otherwise the laughter will wake up the pain in the next room.

One by one, Kafka

Then fold a broader lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight back, go back and clip it in a Tang poem, flat, like a pressed acrostic.

One by one Yu Guangzhong

What is called redundancy? The summer jacket, the winter fan, and your attentiveness when I'm already cold.

1 Li Bihua

The viciousness of a loyal and honest man, like the grit in rice or the uncleaned thorns in a bony fish fillet, gives an unanticipated hurt.

One Qian Zhongshu

Love is a fragile sailor who pines after one voyage.

Maugham

He kept lighting his cigarette and exhaling it during the conversation, as if to punctuate it.

Xiao Hong

The moonlight shone on the road like it was sprinkled with salt.

Yu Hua

Being quiet is as innocent as the morning.

One by one, Haisan

There was a little ringing in my ears, as if the sea breeze had gone through rusty barbed wire.

One by one, Haruki Murakami

Time comes in pieces, as if it were butter cut into thin slices and spread over different things.

One by One The Room

The river was cold, as if glass were flowing.

Mark Twain

Earth is a snowy land, and we are the fallen finches in it, and its whiteness makes us black, and its vastness makes us desolate.

Yi Chen Nianxi

Then he "si", his faint image disappeared, as if the water disappeared in the water.

Borges

Moonlight is like water, I'm a fish, age is the old man fishing, you're the bait.

One Hazan

Why do you sit there looking like an unaddressed envelope?

Mark Twain

Must be in love with something, like the grass to the light.

Wang Zengqi

The early moon is like a faint hickey.

Jan-Chen

The sky was full of stars, like a frozen rain.

One by one, Wang Xiaobo

The weather was as fresh as a great illness.

Chen Xianfa

The thing called mediocrity is like a stain on a white shirt, once stained it can never be washed away and is irreparable.

Haruki Murakami