Once,Luban was carving a Phoenix.
The people who came to admire his carving almost filled his house.Everyone held their breath,fixed their eyes on his flexible hands,and looked at the Phoenix before their eyes.
The Phoenix's head had just been revealed,its claws had not yet reached out,and its colorful feathers had not yet been carved out.
"Look at that body.It's like an eagle.
"Oh,is that the head of the Phoenix?You said it was a wild duck,and I believed it.
The people made fun of it for a while,and then dispersed.
Phoenix was born in Luban's hand.Its head rose like a beautiful cloud;its red feet shone like lightning on the branches;it bathed in the morning sun,covered with rosy clouds,stretched out its green wings,as if to fly around the pillars;and it seemed to hear the wings of the Phoenix patting lightly.
Everyone gathered around Luban and said all kinds of praise.