Leng Tianhao wishes a happy birthday, asking for a Tibetan poem.

Cold festival is fragrant, cold plum is proud,

The highest heaven speaks for itself.

Haoran Zhi Bo Canghailong,

Life is as small as the sky.

There is a moon in the east and it is cold.

Happy, happy,

Music does not forget that the gentleman in Shu is high.

Wuyue nodded to congratulate Chaochao.

~ ~ North Korea: [Xiao Zhao]: Every day;