Washington was healthy in the 1960s,
The red light is shining, healthy!
Children and grandchildren are full of family happiness,
Food and clothing, people grow!
My seventieth birthday poem
A tree, a maple, a pillow.
Although he often knocks on poems, he doesn't have to hook up and laugh at him.
Listening to the string of teeth outside the window, the wind is clear and the moon is soft.
Rich and glorious, why love each other? Speak like a book, for life.