Poems related to mahogany

2. Poems about mahogany

Poetry on mahogany furniture 1. Poems about mahogany

Wang: When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. The wood used in traditional mahogany furniture is not all the same tree species, and its varieties and names are as many as a dozen, such as rosewood, mahogany, old mahogany, new mahogany, fragrant mahogany, red bean wood, rosewood, new mahogany and old mahogany.

Red bean wood (Sequoia) belongs to Leguminosae, which was called "acacia tree" in ancient times. Ancient red bean wood mainly grows in Guangxi, Jiangsu and Central China. Its wood is hard and red with natural and beautiful patterns. Red bean wood furniture can be found in furniture-related archives made during Yongzheng period of Qing Dynasty, including two red bean wooden cases with rosewood teeth, a red bean wood turnover table, a red bean wood sandwich board table, a small red bean wood chipper and two short red bean wood thrones.

Mr. Zhu pointed out that red bean wood is mahogany. 1982 I visited the Ming and Qing furniture in eastern Zhejiang, and found a small desk, which looked like mahogany, but the owner told me that the small desk was ancestral and made of "red bean wood".

It can be seen that among the mahogany furniture circulated among the people, there are also furniture made of red bean wood.

2. Ancient poems about furniture

First, quiet night thinking

Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

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The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

Second, Wang Shi Temple in Boshan, Dushu, Qingping

Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty

Hungry mice surrounded the bed. Lantern dance the bat. There was a storm on the house. Talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

I have lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River. Come back with a pale face. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.

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Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind mixed with pine trees roared like a raging wave; The rain poured down and beat on the roof; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself.

From Saibei to Jiangnan, I am now hiding in the mountains, my face is old and my hair is white. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt and woke up suddenly. It was Wan Li's dream.

Third, the bright moon is in the sky.

The author is anonymous.

Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone?

Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

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The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible;

Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.

Fourth, rocks

Author Han Yu, Tang Dynasty,

The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple. When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.

Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky. Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.

It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows. At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.

The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush. I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.

These things themselves can make life happy. Why should we be bound and hindered by people? . Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?

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The rocks are high and steep, and the mountain road is as narrow as a sheep's intestines. Bats fly over the dusk and come to this temple. Climb the temple and sit on the steps, just after a soaking rain. After the rain, the banana branches are thick and the leaves are big, and the gardenias are fatter. The monk told me that the Buddhist paintings on the ancient wall are really magnificent, and they can't be refreshed in a daze with torches.

Make me a mattress and prepare rice soup. Although the food is rough, it is enough to satisfy the hunger. Have a good sleep in the dead of night. When all the insects stopped making noise, the bright moon climbed the hillside and poured into the doors and windows. I walked alone at dawn, lost my way and stumbled in the fog.

Mountain flowers are bright red, water green and bright-colored, and the list goes on. Sometimes, pine trees and oak trees are dense, gloomy and gray. When I met the current, I stepped barefoot on the stone, and the sound of water excited the wind to lift my clothes. If you can live like this, enjoy it. Why are you bound, just like being put on a reins? Alas, how can a congenial partner get old and never go back to his hometown?

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Man Jiang Hong Huai Zi Zuo you

Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty

The clear water flows eastward, and I look at the river with a sad face, if I have no father to sail. In this desolate place, you and I can hardly see the white waves under the green hills. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. Hate this life, drift away, add to China.

It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired. Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years. Tears of sadness are faintly visible on my skirt, but the joy on my forehead suggests that I will meet again soon. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.

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The clear water flows eastward, and I feel sad when I watch the boat sailing on the river, and the sails are looming. Running around in Qian Shan, going through a dangerous storm. I failed to keep my promise to chat with you at night and leave early to live in seclusion. In this life, we get together less and leave more, and white hair is born.

Drinking by the Yellow River reminds me of the past and makes me feel infinite. Although separated for many years, the past is vivid. After years of suffering and sorrow, I finally have the joy of going home. At that time, I will be with you at the edge of this late spring outing pool, watching the falling flowers like snow.

3. Poetry related to furniture

The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. (Li Qing takes care of Yaner)

Lying on the rattan bed watching the willows in the community. (Su Shi decides the storm)

Every thought smells clean, and the rain at night is against the rope bed. (Tang Zhenggu)

Leaning on the Hu bed, there are thousands of peaks outside the building. (point crimson lips, leisurely lean on Hu Chuang, Su Shi)

In June, the rattan bed is eight feet, and the wind in the forest is full of cicadas. If you wave your wishful towel, you will fall asleep. (Song Lishi)

Pity the bed for a day, love the fire at dusk. The bed is warm and sleeps high, and the furnace temperature sits late at night. (Lazy to play two songs, Liu Mengde and Wu) Bai Juyi.

It is said that it rained the night before going to bed and all the dust in the world was swept away (Han Wei is a good thing).

Summer clothes are fragrant and moist, and autumn clothes are bright. Inclined flower stone pillow, lying on the rosary. Muddy is not a day to swim, gloomy is a good day to sleep.

Can you come and live with me? Listen to the rain and sleep in bed. Ask Zhang Si to stay in the rain.

Remember the small window rainy night, deep affection for the bed lamp. (Linjiang Dingshanlin is a dream)

It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. (After Man Jiang and Su Shi)

The bed is empty, and it rains bleak tonight. (writing poetry in the rain)

Looking back at the night talk. Who will write a book before the goose arrives? (He Xinlang sent Hu Bangheng to wait for Bird Song Qian)

A poem about mahogany 1. Poems about mahogany

Ancient Tang Meng's vast Liangzhou Ci

Muddy red sandalwood and gold chips make the pipa sound into the clouds.

Alakazam is Wan Li Road, so I can send Mingjun right away.

The other person's joy is sadness, and there is no need to play the Qiang flute.

Sit and watch Guan Shanyue tonight, thinking about killing the Border Town Ranger.

Bodhisattva in Song Dynasty

The green oblique gauze skirt is green with drooping ears and drooping ears.

Sleepy in the Spring Festival Evening, sleepy in the Spring Festival Evening.

Pears with good flowers fall in the snow, and pears with good flowers fall out.

Who is shallow, who is shallow.

Song Ouyang Xiu's Jade House in Spring

Onion nails are lightly gathered, and colorful hanging strips are rolled into double sleeves.

The snow is thick and fragrant, and the nonsense is urgent.

What is the limit of the first song? The Battle of Breaking the Zheng in golden phoenix.

I wish Changchun 100% fragrant wine, and then worship the face and lift the powder.

Song He Zhu's Xiao Zhongshan

Mengcao Pool is in the south of Moon Hall, with a thick shade of yellow.

A light moth's sideburns seem to be very suitable for makeup, a Song fan and a misty rain painting Xiaoxiang.

Thin night with blue soup, snow muscle English powder greasy, more fragrant.

The bamboo pole pattern is like water, the ebony bed is carved, and the pillow is integrated into one, which makes you proud of two mandarin ducks.

Shu's "Huanxisha"

In March, the wind is full of trees and peony is enchanting.

Annoying weather and spring sounds turn red for me,

Give the rosewood heart to whom, love must be deep in the glass.

Song Author: Liu Jingsheng Temple

Jingsheng won the second prize, and Satoshi won the prestige. In chaos, it can make you haggard and broad. Colorful, buzzing, solemn Wan Li. It is not difficult to get all the help, and it is not difficult to understand the big letters. It takes a long time to wake up. It's unreasonable if you keep your feet on the ground. I choose oak by myself, but I don't know how to choose sandalwood for my chair. The cloud cover is so powerful that it is understandable to sigh.

Song Zhang Xian's "Han Gong Chun"

Red moss wall. Through the news of the Spring Festival, plum powder is fragrant first. Strange flowers and grass, the forehead of the Han Palace painted yellow. Who is smart enough to carry rosewood out of the hive? It should be true, the central positive color, the east gentleman and the fragrance. Xian Zi calls herself a dress. More lonely and handsome, neither snow nor frost. Who is the secret solution in the courtyard at dusk? Fill the silver bottle with water, soak some branches, a small pavilion and a secluded window. You wake up in the spring dream, with a note in your hand and tired of staying in the wine.

Xiao Chongshan by Zhang in Song Dynasty

Who accompanied Su Xin to the sunny window? Blue buds are early, rosewood heart. The national fragrance is the deepest. Singing snow requires only one piano. The new moon is invaded by cold light. When you are drunk, keep the flowers close to your eyes, and don't pour them frequently. Xue Tao wrote a poem about Chu Fei. Empty coagulation, dream search.

Song Zhao Shichang's "Good Things Near"

If nature has deep skills, it will be decorated with yellow wax.

Cut into a new sample, different from Jiang.

Half-opened slightly exposed rosewood heart, chic and romantic.

Plain hands should be folded and inclined to the dark clouds.

"Confession" in the Song Dynasty

The Wu Palace is absolutely gorgeous and the waist of the Chu Palace. Dare not hang the rosewood slot. The touch of delicate jade bamboo shoots and the charming words make spring charming. Loose ribbon, golden warp. The smell is overflowing. Red teeth are broken, crimson wax burns, and the moonlight is high.

The Black-headed Duck in the Song Dynasty

The Jintang is deep, and the beast furnace gently sprays smoke. Rosewood slot, golden mud painted face, beautiful woman holding it obliquely for a feast. Hanging ribbons, plain muscles and jade, close to the wings, clouds and combing cicadas. Jade bamboo shoots are lightly gathered, dragons are finely ground, and the phoenix flies out of the four strings. The troubles of broken teeth are gone, and autumn is full of pavilions. Tonight, I vaguely want to fight with someone. Change the voice, turn it over, and the scenery remains the same. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. Princess Han left the castle, and in the dead of night, the merchant woman moved the boat. Suddenly melancholy, riverside resentment, clearly spread to the Song Dynasty. If you are sleepy and can't persuade others, you must hang the lotus upside down. Spell Shen Zui, life suddenly sleepwalks.

The tallest building in Song Dynasty

At the first sight of spring, the fragrance spreads early. Deep courtyard, fighting Qing Yan. Rosewood branches are like tassels, and gold will be cold. More dynasty, Joan tree is good, laugh at that year. Flowers don't look at Shen Xiangting. Trees can't play in Tangchang Palace. Clothes with water, smoke and wind. Lead China does not resist Ling Bo, and moths sweep the supreme. Now, it is even more pitiful.

2. Poems about mahogany

Sitting by the pool at night, using bamboo slips as lent rhyme.

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There is nothing wrong with undressing at sunset. It has been three times since I moved my bed to the water.

Fighting fish in Beiling is fun, but geese can't compete with Qiu Jiang.

Cui Shuting asked for an answer, and the light mahogany advised the cup.

When you are alone with Cang Huaying, don't go to Suiyang to die.

"The second son accumulated rain and damaged Dangui"

Year: Song Author: Cao Xun

We should build a red ridge to Yao Xi. Fresh clouds should still have green smog.

First of all, surround Sanqiu's chrysanthemums, and don't let the toad peek.

The cold rain on the night of rewelding stunned me. I thought Guang Xiao was still wearing it in the morning.

After years of noble behavior, the poet never lamented that the attitude of wealth was blowing.

3. I wonder if there are any poems praising mahogany?

Red sandalwood 1 sneak mysterious musk deer, deep flowers coagulate red sandalwood.

2 Jade cut laurel shadow, red sandalwood with dew. Adding time of rosewood jelly: August, 2005-114: 28: 00 Source: This mountain was originally the hometown of crane, and it was a moment of infinite strength and extremely cold. In fact, roses are frozen in the ethereal and quaint fields. It is said that rosewood is a precious tree species in spring, and her flowers are destined to be extremely rare. Ying was born in full bloom and has been with poetry ever since. From then on, it was born beautiful. The Qing Dynasty was given to Master Yun Hao. In the Tang and Song Dynasties, Cao Cao's rosewood smells fragrant, and the Spring Temple is particularly long.

At this point, He Shan locked the old house. The monk's name is loud in the north, and the teacher continues to print it in the south.

Don't cherish the metaphor of violet, Qin people never forget it. Meng Haoran, one of the two Liangzhou Ci poems (Tang Dynasty), has become a piece of rosewood today, making the pipa sound into the clouds.

Alakazam goes all the way to Wan Li, so I can deliver the goods immediately. Rosewood is surrounded by smoke, and candles fall on teenagers.

Mo Sirong Ruojun and Gan Kun presented Qing Ji Long to Master Yun Hao for the novel "The Nature of Nai Lan". Tang Caosong's rosewood fragrance is particularly long in the Spring Temple. At this point, He Shan locked the old house.

The monk's name is loud in the north, and the teacher continues to print it in the south. Don't cherish the metaphor of violet, Qin people never forget it.

Chicken wing wood is also called "red bean wood", and the poem "When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches" is a metaphor for it. The range of "Sequoia" is determined to be 5 genera and 8 species.

These five genera are Pterocarya stenoptera, Dalbergia, Persimmon, Leguminosae and Aralia. Eight kinds of wood are named after their trade names, namely, rosewood, rosewood, rosewood, rosewood, ebony, ebony, striped ebony and wingwood.

Mahogany refers to the central part of these 5 genera and 8 species of wood. Other wooden furniture cannot be called mahogany furniture.

Mahogany furniture: Mahogany is a fine product in mahogany, mainly produced in India, with a growth period of about 500 years. Wood is purple-black, with high density, high hardness and very delicate feel. At present, the mahogany furniture in circulation in the market was shipped back to China from India and South Africa in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

There are few bulky products, mainly arhat beds, writing desks and bookcases. The market price is 400,000-500,000 yuan per ton.

Huang Huali, Hainan: Mahogany "gentleman", the supply of raw materials has been "cut off". Among all mahogany furniture, Huang Huali is the most exquisite tree species, with high oil content, good gloss and smooth texture, and is called the "gentleman" in wood.

At present, the best Huang Huali on the market comes from Hainan, and the original Huang Huali wood has been cut down. However, the new tree species have thick fingers and are prohibited by the state. The supply of Huang Huali has been cut off.

Huang Huali furniture in Hainan can only be redesigned by buying old furniture, and Huang Huali in Vietnam and other places has also become a hot commodity in the market. The growth cycle of huanghuali is about 500 years, and the price of Hainan huanghuali is more than 654.38+0 million yuan per ton. Huang Huali is about 600,000 per ton.

Rosewood: "jealous" wood, a natural air freshener. As long as the nose is close to mahogany furniture, there will be a pungent sour taste, which is divided into black acid branches, flower acid branches and big red acid branches. Each sour branch has a different color, texture and texture.

The growth cycle of acid tree is about 300 years, and the market price is 70 thousand yuan to 80 thousand yuan per ton. Chicken wing wood: "when those red berries come in spring", named after the texture.

Chicken wing wood is also called "red bean wood", and the poem "When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches" is a metaphor for it. Among many kinds of wood named by color, only Pterocarya cristata is named by internal texture.

The longitudinal section of pteridoptera is purple-brown striped. .