Five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first pavilion; the corridor waist comes back, and the eaves and teeth are high; each holds the terrain and fights with each other." The old house and green tiles mark the mottle of unruly time, the blue sky, and the flawless true makeup, all of which have precipitated into the mark of history. The four seasons on the tile are reincarnated, and the life styles under the eaves are different. Different experiences interpret different lives.