Please write a seven-meter poem for my wife's fifty-fifth birthday. Thank you!

Fucha Palace knows moss,

If people don't go, they will go back to Japan.

Five pines and deep streams are clear,

Twelve peaks are sexual.

Emei will be near fire in May.

I wasted two years making a living.

Children are born to know words,

Drinking horses at the head of the stream at sunset.

Ride the jade dragon, carve it,

Enjoy it and be happy.