开会的时候,遇到一位老太太,又美丽又丑陋的老太太。她气宇轩昂地坐在椅子上,仿佛骄傲高贵的女王。女友说,瞧,核桃皮似的,还打扮得艳如桃花,语气中的蔑视和不屑无遮无拦。我还发现老人扶在椅子扶手上的左臂不停地抖动,从袖口伸出的则是一只干燥树皮样的手。但无法否认,她打扮得极其精致:梳得一丝不乱的发髻,两只银光闪动的大耳环,朱红色光滑如水的裙子。连指甲都精心修剪过,涂着淡紫色的油彩。我微微笑了笑,算打招呼。我的目光落在她发抖的手臂上。 When meeting, met an old lady, beautiful and ugly old lady. Her imposing manner sitting in a chair, as if proud and noble queen. Girlfriend said, look, like a walnut skin, but also dressed as brilliant as peach, tone of contempt and disdain without block. I also found that the left arm of the old man on the chair armrest kept shaking and the dry bark-like hand protruding from the cuff. But she can not deny that she is extremely sophisticated dress up: comb a chaos of hair, two silver flashing big earrings, vermilion, water-like skirt. Nails are carefully trimmed, painted with lavender oil. I smiled slightly, count hello. My eyes fell on her shaking arm.