How to say the anniversary in classical Chinese?

1. grandma's third anniversary ancient prose recalled its year, which coincided with the hot summer, and I went back to Cao.

Litchi hangs on the tree, which is very dense. I was greedy and vomited two strings.

I have a fever because of overeating. In hot summer, all the companions swim in the pool; All the yellow hair is hidden by the shade.

However, I was lying on the sofa, and my grandmother sat beside her and waited on me. Grandma is as hot as an ant in a hive (I am as hot as an ant on hot bricks, which should be translated as "residual heat is like an ant on the stove"), tossing and turning on the sofa.

At that time, my grandmother set up a fan for me. When she stumbled into the room, I felt inexplicably grateful. The fan is spinning and roaring, but I still can't stand the heat.

Grandma took the ice water and wiped my sweat with a towel. I'm getting sleepy.

"alas! What is biting me? " I feel more. This is a mosquito.

At that time, grandma was lying next to the sofa, and her fan was still shaking. Or he's tired of serving me! Yu Naijue's face is wrinkled again. Looking at his weak limbs, tears hung like a broken line.

I felt very ashamed to see him sweating. I said simply, "Grandma, go to bed!" " "Grandma embarrassed and yue" alas! Rusuye? I'll make a soup for you, and don't move on the sofa. " Looking at its back, Yu Yi was ashamed.

Suddenly, my grandmother came into the room and said, "Come, have porridge. You are suitable for a fever, so I only have a few dried yaozhu. "

Just scoop a bowl of soup, blow it cold, and hold it for me. When I was drinking the soup, Peter Danley warned me, "Slow down, don't swallow it, be careful of its heat."

Tears come and go in my eyes. Time flies, it is already years, but it is deep in my heart.

2. Celebrate your 35th anniversary. Love in classical Chinese brings 35 years of joy and friendship.

Recall the past, communicate with each other, deepen friendship and help each other.

Thanksgiving alma mater, grateful teachers, grateful classmates, feeling life.

Classmate for three years, warm as ever. Thirty-five years ago, I was a classmate and a teenager, full of * * *. Remember that you and I are classmates and spent the best and purest middle school life in the struggle? Do you still remember your youth at that time? Remember 35 years ago, you and I met and imagined the future? Remember the campus life we played together?

Thirty-five years is fleeting, and I know my fate. My classmates lived in Haibei and Hainan, but now they live in Haixi and Haidong. Although the photos have turned yellow and the diary has long been dusty, whether you are in your hometown or far away, whether you are brilliant in your career or frustrated for a while, whether you are in an important position or an ordinary person, whether you are rich in money or poor. . The feelings of classmates will never change.