My name is Zheng Jiaojiao and my husband is Fan Tianchi. I hope the Tibetan poem is that Zheng Jiaojiao loves Fan Tianchi forever. I am very grateful to ask others for help.

Only a few, and coke occupied the cave. Love is not over yet, and you will never travel outside the dust. Send a book to a distant place, love but not see it. Fanzi took off his shoes and painted the ceiling. Red glow and bitter metabolism.

Gong Zheng scattered his temple into silk after his death.

Jiao writes poems very gently.

Pepper spring willow contains fine smoke,

In the first month, Wang Yong started his career in the East.

Away from lakes, close to mountains,

Love is the heritage of the ancients.

Fan Zi once loved the Five Lakes,

The son of heaven took Shao as Qiu.

Yiyi gradually turned into a willow tree.

Gong Zheng painted a long night, charming and sad. Delicate, light, fragrant, snowy, and long-lived soldiers come at night. A distant teacher should avoid playing drums and playing the piano, and cherish Ken Baoyu. Fan Li is swimming in the water. It's cold and people are returning. Yu Man ditch, Huayang, Chidao.