Ask for a Tibetan poem about grandson's happy tenth birthday.

The following two songs are for reference only:

The first song: short people are pure and vulgar, and the sun branches are thin and leaves are thin. After ten years of dust, I am in the right position and full of vitality at the beginning of the year. Life is cloudy and the day disappears, and the day is long and the night is quiet. Happy and happy, Le Yi I pity.

The second song: There is a good saying about loving you, which will be listed in Sun San. After more than ten years, Yan is back. The plane that was born has not been handed in yet, and the sun is looking forward to its wings. Happy days and generations, Yuefu smells peach leaves.