Ancient poems describing bad luck

The road of life is so broad, but I have no way out.

Concubine. Concubine, what can I do? (Just like we cry: Mom, Mom)

The house leaks because it rains all night, and the ship comes late and meets the headwind.

The city gate caught fire, which affected the fish in the pool.

But before he could conquer, he died, and the hero was always in tears.

These people are unlucky enough!

I'm even more unlucky. I called for a long time, but my answer was not accepted! Ha ha!