Year: Song Author: Yan Shu
Celebrate your birthday. Celebrating birthdays is a thousand spring days. For an elegant banquet, there must be relatives in the painting hall. Letter is a big country, and jade color is influenced by silk. Be grateful to the emperor. Look up to No.9 Middle School and pay tribute to Yao Yun. Today's birthdays, the number of birthdays, than Song Chun. Pour wine, the heart is like a man in the moon. Sandalwood board moves, wick burns incense. Pray for the fairytale truth. May every year be today, happy and brand new.
Man Fang Ting, the wind is low.
Year: Song Author: Zhang Gang
The wind and the clouds are low, the cold urges the wax near, and the painting hall comes first in spring. At the beginning of the banquet, Jiahui celebrated her birthday. The leaking head turned, Zhang Bao held it high, the curtain was heavy, and it was fumigated in a deep furnace. Music is idle, and a song revolves around the beam.
Kindness, spring is not old, mountains and rivers are like clothes, and grace is silk. Being proud of occupying the world, Lan Yu is admirable. If you are drunk, you must be diligent and full. I sincerely hope that the spotted clothes will worship the dance and the chitose will serve the spirit.
Shui Diao ge tou Yushu yingjiexiu
Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli
Yushu reflects the stage show, and the Jade Festival is new every year. Every September, for my mother's birthday. There are nine buds at the bottom of the river, and there are silver waves on the bottom of the sea, making a cup of spring. Pan-hedge chrysanthemum, longevity with lacquer garden Toona sinensis. Blowing snow on the west wind, wick fragrant clouds. Lang Jun walked into the play and welcomed Zhu Bi in. Look at the golden flower purple patent, put the two countries together, and the book is called Taitai. The star on the platform at three o'clock, a little old star.