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xitadaye 发表于 2013-2-4 11:29:56

請問枕頭下的一些事

請問各位大師在枕頭底下放一把刀（未開刃）全長算上刀鞘46cm，不算刀鞘43cm，會有什麽效果呢，如圖，床頭朝東，右面靠牆，左上方有個小紅桌，成30cm的正方形，上面有書本等雜物，和一個黑色台燈左下方有兩個窗戶和兩個不透光的黑色布窗簾，西南角有個高約60cm的黑色木桌桌腳有個白色垃圾桶，桌子往左就是位于東南角的門了門外有一米就是樓梯，左面是臥室，右面是陽台和廁所，室中無椅子，床腳有約半米的縫隙，窗戶正對兩個鑲在牆中的櫥子，中間有個吊著的燈泡?，頭頂南北都有約45度的角度，中間以窗子對櫥子中間是平的然後從門到床頭的天花板是成L形約80cm粗，大約面積爲4平方米，

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