1. "Like a Dream" Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru
It's funny how young the old man is. Unexpectedly, there are four in seventy.
My birthday is close to the Lantern Festival, so I burn lanterns early to celebrate.
Happy party. Party. Everyone on board will live a thousand years.
Vernacular interpretation: I suddenly felt funny at Shan Weng’s age. Unknowingly, I turned seventy-four. My birthday was close to the Lantern Festival. I saw the burning clouds in the morning and the lantern party at night. It was a joyful gathering. I hope Anyone who sits on it can live to be a thousand years old.
2. "On Renchen's birthday, my nephews, grandsons, and grandsons wrote poems. All they said were written down. What was in my heart was also written by myself." Northern Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Today is my birthday, and another year is rushing by.
I’m done reading, I close my eyes but feel at a loss.
It is not false to sow the seeds, and the flowers and fruits will be perfect.
Vernacular interpretation: Today is my birthday. When I recalled today last year, I realized that time flies so fast and another year has passed. I have indeed stopped reading, but when I close my eyes to rest my mind, I am just confused. It is not idle talk to sow seeds. If the flowers bloom, there must be good fruits.
3. "Moon over Xijiang" Song Dynasty: Guan Jian
What a great birthday this year, the whole house is full of children.
The singing is not as noisy as the laughter, and the cup is full of gold to persuade.
Wealth, fame and fame are all at your will, and good fortune and happiness will follow the fate.
We wish each other to stay together year after year, only to respect the past and stay healthy.
Vernacular interpretation: Today is a good birthday. The house is full of children and grandchildren, and the singing is no better than human laughter. Everyone held gold-inlaid cups and rushed to drink. Wealth and fame are not left to luck. Good times and happy things always come down to fate. I hope that the couple will stay with each other every year until they grow old. I only hope that my respected seniors will live long and be healthy.
4. "Dongxian Song·This Year's Birthday" Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru
This year's birthday is to celebrate the 100th provincial year. I like to have a party while the lamp is burning. Ask the teacher what he has, Yin De Shen Dan, the frost and snow are similar to the cranes in the green pines. ?
There is nothing strange about it, it is just natural, indifferent and ordinary. Looking at the pearls in my sleeves, my eyes are full of children and grandchildren, and I am drunk among the flowers with a pot of wine.
And when you are down and out, pretend to be a Canopus star and sing songs in the wild, and live in peace.
Vernacular interpretation: This year’s birthday is the day to celebrate one hundred years old. I happily took advantage of the Lantern Festival to have a party and asked my husband if he had any Yin De Shen Dan that could keep my hair white and live longer like a white crane among the green pines. My husband replied that there was nothing strange about it, it was just God’s will, and he planned it like an ordinary person. On my birthday, I played with pearls from my sleeves, and my eyes were full of children and grandchildren. A bottle of wine kept me drunk among the flowers. Moreover, he was down and out, pretending to be a Canopus star, singing songs with wild old people, and living in a peaceful era.
5. "Birth Ode" Ming Dynasty: Shen Zhou
Sixty-eight years old, I have known each other for years.
Youth is never returned to others, and seventy is almost here.
The light flows rapidly day and night, and rocks and fire burst out.
I compete with stone fire to bring alive true moths.
I hope there is no dysentery, and the poem can be thin.
The floating clouds carry wealth and glory, but they are fleeting.
My ancestors had thin fields, and their lives were quite complicated.
When the door is closed, I sing the clear words, and the heaven and the earth tolerate me.
Vernacular interpretation: Today is sixty-eight, and we have known each other for years. Time is not forgiving, and seventy is approaching. Day and night are distinct, and rocks and fire suddenly burst out. I competed with Stone Fire for time, parasitizing the True Boreal Grasshopper. I hope I don’t have dysentery, and my poems can be skinny. Floating clouds carry wealth and glory, and the eyes are full of glory. Our ancestors had a small piece of land that needed to be cultivated for a period of time. Close the door and hide in silence, the world has its own place.