The ancients laughed at his sick poems.

1. Feeling sick

Tang Dynasty: Li Yu

After years of haggard, depression is good for self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.

The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?

Translation:

In recent years, I have become more and more haggard. Looking around, I am sad to see that many relatives around me have passed away. Sadness leads to illness, and under the wind and rain, the sick bones are hard to support, and sadness cannot win. In the middle of the night, the tripod was filled with medicinal incense, and when I woke up in the morning, I found that my moustache had turned gray. What is the cause and effect of my life? Who can help me ask the Buddha?

2. "Shop Huanxi sand, get sick, and have a noise in your temples."

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus.

Translation:

After my illness, my sideburns were sparse and my hair turned white. I lay in bed and watched the waning moon shine on the window screen. Stir-fry cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to force yourself to share tea when you eat it. Reading on the pillow is more leisurely, and the scenery in front of the door is better in the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and subtle osmanthus.

3. "A cluster of flowers begins in early spring"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

This year, light wax invades the year, and ice and snow break the spring. Dongfeng has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning, lace between willow leaves. The cold night is long, the lonely blanket is easy to warm, and the bell and drum are gradually clear and round. At the dawn, the mountains are half occupied, and the pavilion is light and sparse. Tourists will make a fragrance-seeking plan, and Momo apricot should have reached the top. Illness is rare, careless and self-releasing, but I like to sleep in the morning.

Translation:

Spring came early this year, the weather is still very cold, and the beautiful spring is still covered with snow and ice. Not only did spring come late, but the news brought by the east wind was also ignored, revealing only a little bright spring. However, even if the night in early spring is cold and long, it is the spring of the earth after all. The thick quilt is a little hot, even the bells and drums that tell the time are crisp and round.

When the sun rises in the morning, the mountains are half hidden, and the pavilions in the distance are shrouded in a faint fog. When spring comes, people begin to plan to go out for a spring outing. The peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in the suburbs must be in full bloom. I'm sick and I'm not in the mood to go out to play. I just want to lie around and sleep until the middle of the morning.