All diseases, all poems.
Three sad poems: Yuan Zhen is the youngest, loves his daughter Xie the most, and marries Pepsi. I have no clothes to find. I cheated you of your gold hairpin to buy wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks. Your needlework is blocked, so I dare not watch it. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. This is the sorrow and poverty that all mankind must know.