Poems about furniture

The light can illuminate the object, and the time can be used to Bo Gu

The value of the body is heavy and even the city, and the world also resides in the strange

The phoenix flies on the good wood, and the dragon swims among the ancient trees

Taken from the old forest in the mountain streams, and the breath of the dignified elegance

The red dot of vermilion ornaments has a faraway rhythm, and the true talent of heavenly craftsmanship is pleasing to the eyes

The first time I sit down, I feel that I have an imposing appearance, and I lightly swab it and then sigh that it has been made by the heavenly craftsmanship of the ghosts

This is a poem about furniture.