敷在脸上的粉,有个谦卑的名字:粉底。它是底,胭脂的底,口红的底,眼影腮红的底。它是碧波荡漾的莲池,所有的美丽从它生根。是一种颜色,仿佛偷了红绢的艳与白绫的素,再用细细的羊毫渲染成一朵朵桃花,温柔、香艳,却动荡如水。笔尖略起,便是轻粉、粉白;浓墨重彩呢,是重粉、红粉。无论是哪一种,都一样的娇滴滴。也是一种状态,细而匀的颗粒,捻在指尖,或雪或霜。有时,是静静地盛在盒中,盒盖略启,便受惊,在阳光下袅袅飞升,像若隐若现的香尘。有时,是热热闹闹地围着粉扑,大团小团,像一朵栖息的云,整个粉扑毛茸茸的,也像只温顺的猫。 Filled powder on the face, there is a humble name: foundation. It is the end of the rouge at the end of the lipstick, eye shadow blush bottom. It is a rippling lotus pond, all the beautiful roots from it. Is a color, as if stole the red silk Yan and white damask prime, and then use the fine sheep to render into a blossoming peach, gentle, fragrant, but turbulent water. Slightly nib, it is light pink, white powder; thick color it is heavy pink, pink. No matter what kind, all the same prettily. It is also a state of fine and even particles, twisting at fingertips, or snow or frost. Sometimes, is quietly in the box, the lid slightly Kai, it was frightened, curl soar in the sun, like looming dust. Sometimes, it is bustling around puffs, large groups of small groups, like a perching cloud, the whole puff furry, but also like a meek cat.