Poetry describing illness

1. I sat up in shock while dying of illness, and the dark wind blew rain into the cold window. ——(Tang Dynasty) Yuan Zhen's "Wen Letian Grants the Sima of Jiangzhou"

2. There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——(Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worrying Days"

3. The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty. ——(Song Dynasty) Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

4. Frequent loss of body weight and hair thinning and crown deviation. Wasted books are cherished by the eyes, and burnt too much will be with the years.

——(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi's "Instructions on Rewarding Lotte and Yong Lao"