A poem describing a serious disease

1, I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -(Tang) Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain

2, sitting up critically ill, black wind and rain hit the cold window. -(Tang) Yuan Zhen's "Wen Le Tian Shou Jiangzhou Sima"

3, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shadows, Fog and Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever"

4. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider. It's embarrassing to punish the crown for muscle. -(Song) Liu Yong's "Die"

5, thin body and reduced frequency, sparse hair and self-bias. Waste books cherish the eyes, and most of them are cooked with years. -(Tang) Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte and Singing the Old"