Dad's 70th birthday. I wish him well. He sighed. What's the use of poetry?

Grandpa's seventieth birthday, everyone wished him: "Happiness is like the East China Sea, and life is longer than the South Mountain." Grandpa sighed: (to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night) I quickly stopped Grandpa's words: "(Grandpa, you are as constant as the sun, rising like the moon, and like the life of Nanshan, you will not collapse. *) "* The Book of Songs is a birthday speech. Interpretation, as long as the sun does not set, just like the moon rises every day. Like Nanshan, it has no boundaries, will not migrate and will not collapse.

The second sentence can also be: It's late in Sang Yu, and Yu Xia is still full of sky!