Ask for a Tibetan poem: the first eight words of each sentence add up to: Happy birthday to Yao Qiao.

Zhu Rong stands on the cold peak,

May my body die and my son live.

Yao Chong Song Jing is a "xianggong",

Qiao Ba must teach the students here.

There is a reprint at the age of 20.

You can hear singing and dancing in the wind at night.

Ride the jade dragon, carve it,

No one in Yuefu preached the correct voice.