If you are ill, talk about mood phrases.

A, only the Yangtze river water, speechless east.

Second, she closed her eyes slightly and rested quietly by the bed, pale and bloodless. Sometimes she frowned slightly, sometimes she was panting, and the torture of the disease made her lose her former vitality.

3. Without health, life is not life, and people will still die (Ali Feng)

Fourth, wealth is silver and health is gold!

My sunset sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies into my sunset sadness.

Six, the disease is born from the heart, but also must be removed from the heart. Bad psychology breeds all diseases, and the psychology of eliminating diseases eliminates all diseases.

Seven, a person is sick, I will shed tears unconsciously.

He is ill, his face is so haggard, and his lips are so pale. I don't know where he got his strength. He stood up again and began to do his homework.

Nine, the weak and sick bully others, and the strong bully the sick. Han proverb

X. Disease makes people unreasonable (samuel johnson)

Eleven, that kind of loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow, accompanied by sadness, sneaks into the bottom of my heart. Falling gently is like falling on a scabbed net, trying to break free, but getting trapped more and more tightly.

I wonder why I can always read the doctor's bills, but I can never read his prescriptions (Finley Peter Dunn)

Thirteen, is a smile that can make me cry and buy me life.

14. Qian's eyes opened, her black eyes turned up and her cheeks sank deeply, as if they were two black holes. Her mouth moved slightly and she was short of breath. Cui Huan called softly, "Qianer." The patient didn't seem to hear it. Cui Huan cried sadly again. This time, the patient's black eyes moved down, his eyes moved slightly, then his head moved slightly, his mouth moved slightly, and his throat made a cough-like sound. She seems to want to speak, but she can't utter a word.

Fifteen, wine into sorrow into acacia tears, in the morning, he looked for green space, in the next, yellow.

Sixteen, in this world, there is no feelings that are not riddled with holes.

Seventeen, you are beyond my imagination, and I am beyond your imagination.

18. She leaned against the hospital bed, clutching the sheets with both hands, and her head was sweating like rain.

Nineteen, how to hold the hand can be emptied casually, those tender feelings, you take away.

Happiness and happiness are so similar, but is happiness happiness happiness?