Two sides and three knives, both lose.
Three long and two short, three caring for the cottage,
In all directions, extending in all directions, slowly but surely.
Colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful.
Six gods have no owner, and six shun.
Colorful, colorful, patchwork
Extending in all directions, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, imposing.
A narrow escape, nine hairs of Niu Yi, traces of Jiuding, nine days of the moon.
As sure as a gun, perfect and urgent.
It takes a hundred steps to penetrate the poplar, and a hundred wastes need to be revived.