Traditional Shuai Zhihu's novels

In the sunshine, I saw a young man with a short stature, a dark red face and a pair of big eyes under heavy eyebrows. His ears are surprisingly big, like two small cattail leaf fans. Two protruding ears guard the sides of the head, just like two screens. He bared his teeth as neatly as pearls. Those sunken cheeks are covered with beards, hairy like hedgehogs. The child's hair is as soft as tender grass in spring. Golden curls hang down the smooth forehead like waves.