My dad always thinks our steps are low. There are three steps in our house made of three solid boards. That's suet, which my father carried down from the mountain many years ago. Each piece weighs about 300 kilograms. The stonemason said with a smile, you don't have to collect money, you can carry it home in one breath. As a result, my father recited three sets at once, but he didn't feel that he spent too much effort. It's just that many mountain roads coming and going have worn out his hemp sandals, father.

The slate was laid in front of the house without being polished by a stonemason. For many years, talented people and girls have experienced ups and downs, and he finally got a little smoother, but the coins were uneven in size. When there is water on the ground, there are many small bright spots when looking out from the hall. If it clears up, through flow blows slate faster than mud, and his father sweeps the broom with spider silk. The lion kissing at night has a long and spacious shade.