Which master wrote me a pair of couplets and Tibetan poems?

Ten people, six or seven, returned to spring,

The moon shines with pear blossoms and snow.

Branches and leaves grow out of the mill hole,

It's a pity to be healthy at sixty.

Marriage is rare in Ran Ran,

Wu Bo didn't move to Chushan late.

Luo's skirt and jade wrist swayed gently,

All the pigs and dogs are dead.

Tiger beard pulls out his sword to realize a dream,

Fo Yin cooks pigs and waits for children.