He Zulong, the Year of the Loong, lived longer than Mount Tai.

Li Tao is full of branches and leaves, and the poetry world is not old.

Seventy years in the spring is not easy, and how much hard work is sweet.

Once the sea crossed, it also depended on helping the virtuous in the family.

I have been concentrating on new ink for several days, and I am more interested in old poems.

Now, I wish to dance at the court, and I believe that life is 200 years.

There is a pine on the steep bank of Jinsha, and it is eager to cultivate ancestors.

When peaches and plums are in full bloom, they are lonely, and when there is more snow and frost, they compete for green onions.

Roots love sunny spring rain more, and leaves still pity the breeze of Cuigu.

Teachers are worthy of admiration, and they are rare and worthy of rejuvenating.

Nanshan strolled freely, and now the country of the staff is facing the staff.

The poetry garden boasts a bumper harvest of veterans, and the political show leads the way.

In the spring and snow, the embrace is expressed, and the bright moon and clear spring are still moral.

You are full of energy, and I come to wish you a flat peach on your birthday. I wish you Pepsi, Fanta, Wahaha every day, Pepsi every month, Gao Legao every year, and your mood is like Sprite, which will always be eye-catching.

Birthday guy, I wish you all your hopes can come true, all your dreams can come true, all your waiting can appear, and all your efforts can fulfill your birthday wishes.