Xiehouyu "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10"

One hair is a stone mill-a thousand hairs and two teeth harrows-two strokes and three fingers to pick up snails-ten nets of cotton-so sweet that I wore a fur robe in June-I was confused about writing a big cake-half of nine Niu Yi hairs were short-and it didn't matter at ten o'clock to nine point six.