Poems for the elderly

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, I miss my hometown, and I miss Chongyang across the sea. I'm celebrating my ancestor's thirteenth birthday in the moon. I've been a fairy since ancient times.

At that time, the gifted scholar was the pillar, and his family worked hard to raise children, but he was not hard and kind.

Vicissitudes and great changes, people are not old, and Yin Fu's descendants will always be healthy and have a happy family. I just want to have a birthday party once a year.

It is difficult for grandchildren to be filial, and the poems on the other side are unbounded. It is difficult for the pine crane to express our feelings and bow down to the sunset facing the east.