我一直是个平庸的女人:二十七八岁,瘦骨嶙峋,眼睛小,鼻子平,却长了个能吞下一只茶杯的嘴巴;个子低矮,没有充分发育的乳房像两个鸽子蛋。走在大街上,即使有男人多看我两眼,目光里要么是怜悯,要么是厌恶。但那晚,做过很多次的那个梦又来光顾。梦里那个自称是造物主的人告诉我,要送我一件漂亮衣服。我问他:“衣服再漂亮,也不能把一个丑女变成神仙妹妹吧?”造物主说:“你醒来就知道了。要告诫你的是,这件衣裳只有十年的使用期,所以,你目前穿在身上的那件,还是要悉心地保养好,晚上睡觉就把它当作一件睡衣好了。” I have always been a mediocre woman: twenty-seven years old, emaciated, eyes small, flat nose, but a long mouth can swallow a teacup; low, not fully developed breasts like two pigeon eggs. Walking in the street, even if there are men more than my eyes, eyes are either mercy or disgust. But that night, many times that dream has come to patronize. The man in the dream who claimed to be the Creator told me to send me a beautiful dress. I asked him: “The clothes are so beautiful that they can not turn an ugly girl into a fairy sister?” “The Creator said:” When you wake up, you know, to remind you that this piece of clothes has only been used for ten years So, the one you’re wearing right now, or you have to be careful to keep it up and sleep well at night as a nightgown. "