1. Poems about colds
Cold Category: Modern Poetry Author: Akiyama Yunfei Publication Date: 2009-7-19 8:16:37 Editor's Note: The language is relaxed and funny, Even a cold can make you sick so interesting. Appreciate the author's optimistic attitude towards life! I am confused and dizzy. The cold is the toxins released by the scars hidden in my body. My body is aching and numb, and my nerves are paralyzed. I dare not go out. Snot hangs in the middle of my nose. My voice is surprisingly loud and makes people listen. I thought I was putting on airs, or acting like an old antique. Taking an aspirin to drive away the cold was like using pliers to pull out the screws deep in the joints. Of course, a bowl of vinegar and hot water mixed with coriander, scallions, and ginger was indispensable to relieve the itchiness in the nose and the pain in the eyes. Sour and sleepy. 2. What are the poems describing illness?
1. Illness arouses feelings in books
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The sick bones are torn apart and the hat is wide, and the lonely minister travels thousands of miles away from the river.
I dare not forget about my country because of my humble position. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.
The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace.
One table from the beginning can connect the present and the past, and you can turn on the light in the middle of the night to take a closer look.
Translation
The patient was so weak and emaciated that the gauze hat on his head seemed to be too wide. He was living alone by the river in Chengdu, thousands of miles away.
Although his position is low, he never dares to forget to worry about national affairs. However, if he wants to realize the ideal of reunification, the coffin can only be finalized after his death.
I hope that the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country and the country. The people in the north are looking forward to the monarch day and night to personally recover the lost rivers and mountains.
The spirit of loyalty and righteousness in Zhuge Kongming's handed down work "Chu Shi Biao" will last forever. If you can't sleep late at night, let's read it carefully.
2. Sick Cows
Song Dynasty: Li Gang
Plowing a thousand acres will yield a thousand boxes, but who will be injured again when exhausted?
But all living beings will be satisfied, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness or death.
Translation
The sick cow plowed a thousand acres, in exchange for the fruits of its labor filling a thousand granaries, but it itself was extremely exhausted mentally and exhausted all its strength. However, it Who will pity its hard work and heavy load?
But in order for all sentient beings to be fed, even if they fall ill and lie under the setting sun, they will not hesitate.
3. Breaking through the sand in Huanxi·The illness makes the hair on the temples flutter.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea.
It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. Borrowing from many people all day long, mignonette.
Translation
My temples were thinning and white hair had appeared after illness. I was lying on the bed watching the waning moon shining on the window screen. Fry cardamom into boiling soup and eat it as tea without forcing yourself to drink.
How relaxing it is to lean on the pillow and read. The scenery in front of the door is even better in the rain. The only thing that accompanies me all day long is the deep and reserved mignonette.
4. Partridge Sky·Ehu returned to the disease and started to suffer from it
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
It was cold like autumn in the pillow bed stream hall. When the clouds are broken, the water will be collected later. The red lotuses lean against each other as if they were intoxicated, and the white bird is silent and worried about itself.
The book is too loud, but don’t stop. Every hill and valley is also romantic. I don’t know how much my physical strength has declined, but I feel too lazy to go upstairs.
Translation
Lying on the bamboo mat in the attic by the water, it was as cold as autumn, and the floating clouds drifted along the water, and the twilight of dusk gradually made them converge. The red lotus flowers lean on each other, almost like a drunken girl. The water birds with snow-white feathers are quiet and quiet, and they must be alone and worried.
Instead of being like Yin Hao and writing "strange things" in the sky to vent his grievances, it would be better to be like Sikong Tu and look for beautiful mountains and forests to live in seclusion in peace and ease. A hill or a valley is also romantic and unrestrained and full of leisure. I don't know how much energy I have lost now. I just feel that I am too lazy to go upstairs and use the stairs recently.
5. He Li Shangshe’s winter calligraphy
Song Dynasty: Han Ju
The north wind blows and it is cloudy during the day, and the yellow leaves are deep at dusk.
The tired magpies circle the branches and turn over the frozen shadows, and the flying giants touch the moon and fall into the lonely sound.
Reluctance to push away worries is like looking for each other, and you will never see an intrusion with the old.
Taking advantage of the minor official affairs of youth, will you be distracted again when you get sick?
Translation
The north wind howled, blowing away the snowflakes, and the day was also gloomy; in the evening, the yellow leaves blowing in front of the steps were piled a little higher.
The black magpie was also tired, braving the cold, flying around the tree, its shadow tumbling in the air; the wild geese flying to other places were so high that they almost touched the moon, and from time to time there were several A sad cry.
I want to resolve the tightly entangled sorrow and resentment, but it always finds its way into my heart; originally there was no agreement with old age, but it invades me unknowingly.
Being an official, making meritorious deeds, these were all dreams of my youth; now I am old and sick, and I no longer have any desire for gain or fame.