Recently I read some lovely metaphors in literature. The irritable mood at the moment is like the result of dividing ten by three, endless. Natsume Soseki |I'm a cat I'm like your pocket."

Recently I read some lovely metaphors in literature.

The irritable mood at the moment is like the result of dividing ten by three, endless.

Natsume Soseki| My Cat

I'm like a pocket watch in your pocket, tightly wound, and you can't feel it.

Zweig | a letter from a strange woman

Winter trees, like some copper plate etching.

Wang Zengqi | the tree in winter

Why are you sitting there looking like an envelope with no address written?

Mark Twain | the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Love is a fragile sailor, and after a single voyage, he is haggard.

Maugham | blade

Mr. Li's face is missing a pair of black glasses, and his two large white eyes are like a hard-boiled egg that has been peeled off its shell.

Qian Zhongshu | besieged the city

In winter, women gather as easily as pine trees, and women sit in the house of the queen mother-in-law.

Xiao Hong | the field of life and death

The moonlight sprinkled the path like salt.

Yu Hua | alive

The troubled Odysseus tossed and turned, sleepless, like a large sausage that had been grilled.

Homer | Odyssey

Our pot is sometimes as clean as a decent widow.

Lao She | crescent moon

She was thirty-one years old, but in my opinion a little younger, with a small and delicate goose-egg face and a straight nose as if it had been drawn with a ruler. Wearing glasses on such a face reminds me of Ultraman.

Keigo Higashino | The Street of Dawn