If the great-grandson doesn't come,

Retire from the piano hall and relax.

Spring is woven on the bank of Qiantang,

A handsome priest hid from the smell.

There are many constraints in life,

Every day, the calendar does not dispute the road.

Ride the jade dragon, carve it,

At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon.

Yongxiang blamed for many years,

Far wind Nanpu is full of waves.

Love the moon and pity the mountain and don't go downstairs.

You fall into the sand and enjoy the forest.

Tibetan poem: Happy birthday, husband Qian Shuai, love you forever.

Old but lazy,

Business and day length.

Money flies out of the well to see you,

Shuaichen doesn't smell it.

The branches grow far away from each other,

I feel busy every day.

Fast horse chasing the iron,

Yuefu paper mill.

This is the moment when the mind goes deep,

Stay away from the golden palace.

People who love this country,

If you don't mind.

Tibetan tail poem: Happy birthday, husband Qian Shuai, love you forever.

The artificially planted pine trees are very old.

One country and Gong Li were awarded.

Pay three or five hundred dollars for no reason,

Huang Yue awarded Marshal Tong Gong.

I don't think former sages are afraid of future generations.

Fly back to Japan.

For those who see it,

In the Ming Dynasty, we should have fun.

The pulse of the bridal chamber is cold and eternal,

Relatively speaking, remembering Liu Liu is far away.

With the love of thousands of people,

There is no me and you here. (I like this one better)

I wish you happiness forever, and Hanako will answer for you.