Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; Corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. There are thousands of waves in the hive. What is a cloudless dragon lying on a long bridge? After the road is empty, don't blame Eric? High and low, I don't know the west and the east. Singing warm, spring is harmonious; Ballroom cold sleeves, wind and rain sad. Within a day, the climate is uneven between palaces.
Make the columns of negative buildings more than the farmers of nanmu; There are more rafters on the beam than working women on the plane; The joints of ceramic tiles are uneven, more than the whole body silk; There are more vertical columns and horizontal sills than nine stacks; The phosphorus in onion is more than that in millet. The orchestra's strings are hoarse, and they talk more than the city people.