见过苏菲·玛索的一幅照片,穿着低胸的礼服,头发精致地散乱着,有着一张小而紧的脸,猫一样的眼睛,丰满的红唇。她站在一棵树底下,身子倚在树干上。她静静地看着前方,是黄昏时分,也许是正午。这是一个没有背景的图像,单纯的画面,一个简单的女子,美艳,倦怠,幽怨,妖娆。她的身体占据了整个画面,没有其他说明。叶子从藤架上爬下来,静静地挂在她的脸庞边。那是一张天使的脸庞,美丽,没有瑕疵,只是眼神是人间的,很女人气。 Seen a picture of Sophie Marceau, wearing a low-cut dress, her hair was exquisitely scattered, with a small and tight face, cat-like eyes and plump lips. She stood under a tree and leaned on the tree trunk. She quietly looked in front of the evening, perhaps noon. This is an image without a background, a simple picture, a simple woman, glamorous, burnout, Resentment, enchanting. Her body took over the whole picture, no other explanation. The leaves climbed down from the rattan and hung quietly beside her face. That is the face of an angel, beautiful, without flaws, but the eyes are human, very feminine.