Verses that describe a tired heart include:
To keep cutting, to keep things in order, is to feel the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.
I don’t regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, I feel haggard because of Yixiao
The red shadows on the gauze of the painted candle cage are messy, and the purple hair outside the door is hissing. The clouds are broken and the moon's shadow is lost. The snow waves wrinkle and ripple. The bowl is filled with slender spring bamboo shoots, and the milk mist is full of ice porcelain. The breeze blew through my sleeves. When I returned home and sobered up.
"Two Autumn Poems"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shimin
The chrysanthemums are scattered, the golden wind is blowing, the lotus is sparse and the jade is round. There are several geese walking in autumn, and there are several cicadas in the forest before summer.
The clouds are somber over half of the ridge, and the clouds are broken into the sky. It also looks like looking at Chengdu, directly in front of Emei.
The refreshing air is clear and the orchid marshes are clear, and the autumn wind is blowing in Guilin. The dew condenses thousands of pieces of jade, and the chrysanthemums scatter into a cluster of gold.
The sun is high and low, and the clouds are dotted in the sky. Peng Ying can't be seen, but the spring rocks can entertain the heart.
"Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house.
Mao flies across the river and scatters on the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones drift towards the sinking pond.
The boys in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face a thief, so they openly carried the grass into the bamboo.
My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. I leaned on my staff and sighed when I returned.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn.
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.
The leakage at the bedside has nowhere to dry, and the rain has not stopped.
Since my menstruation is disordered and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain even if the wind and rain do not move!
Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
"One Hundred and One Hundred and One Days in Prison"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang
Seeing the restraints when walking, this man is alone and haggard.
When I want to wake up and hear the morning bell, the green lamp is dim.