As for Tibetan poems, may the people enjoy eternal wealth. You are wrong. These words do not belong to the same rhyme, only seven words. Therefore, a professional poet can never do it. I tried to hide my head and add a word to make up the number of eight lines of rhyme:
May your career soar and the people sing and fly. Appreciate the dew in Yaochi, and the god of wealth laughs. Rich articles are inlaid with gold and jade, and silver beads float down. The green crane holds Yun Xiang's broad feathers, and the treetops dance and the moon blows back.