Who can give me some poems written for grandma's 88th birthday?

The following is the birthday: the ancient poem (today's rhyme) Lao Ji should have died early, but she made a wedding dress for her child. Everyone says that the sunset is good, and every household is surrounded by ancient trees. Alas, when I am old, I have no strength, no pity, no sweat and little rest. I'm ashamed that I didn't come near you today, so I have the right to make a congratulatory poem. On Christmas Day, our whole family celebrates the double saints today, and we are also 70 years old, not to mention a rare life of 90 years. There is also a birthday poem that will always be a blessing to future generations (may my birthday be better than Nanshan). I borrowed a glass of wine to celebrate the birthday feast of the rich in Gaotang, and I am more grateful for the kindness of Nanhai, who raised me. A strong man has no ambition in his old age. Think of the world first, then the country. A generation of tianjiao, whose longevity is thinner than Nanshan, lives in clouds and cranes, while the trees in Dongli fall in the phoenix, and Xichuan is beautiful and purple, and Beidou floats and falls in luck. Kirin brought ginseng fruit, Peng Zu offered Thai sheep, the Queen Mother claimed flat peach as top grade, and Lao Dan competed for elixir. Since ancient times, only the benevolent have lived a long life, and they have always been loyal to the monarch. Diligence can spread the family, and the children of grace are happy. /question/479 15657.html？ fr=qrl&。 Cid = 783 & index =1& Fr2 = The following is a blessing: as the blessing of the rising sun in the East China Sea, the pine trees will grow longer than those in the South Mountain, and the waves will be cleared too quickly. Wind and rain make people not old, and the sunset is gratifying. . The mountains and trees are flowing out, and the waves are too urgent /f? kz= 15 1272009