A helpless poem describing his father's illness.

1. Poems about helplessness of disease

The helpless poem about disease is 1. What are the poems that lament the helplessness of the disease?

The most well-known one is that in A Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu is sung to bury flowers, and flowers are flying all over the sky. Who pities the fragrance and the jade? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.

How long can it be glamorous? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and people suffocate in front of the steps.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.

When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. I heard a sad song outside the court last night, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul.

The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan? If you don't collect your beautiful bones, a pure land will cover up your romantic life! It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The person who buried the flowers today smiled, but who did he know in 2008? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.

There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.

2. Poems describing a person's illness, pain and sadness

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow enough Li Qingzhao is looking for it, lonely and miserable.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! Appreciation: His words are exquisite in description, lyrical and euphemistic, beautiful and lively in language, graceful and graceful in style, and extremely infectious. He is one of the graceful poets.

His poems have been handed down from generation to generation, leaving many famous works such as Drunken Flowers and Slow Voices. After the change of Jingkang, Li Qingzhao's country was broken, her family died, her husband died and she was injured.

During this period, her works are no longer fresh and pleasant, shallow and low-key. Instead, it turned into gloomy and sad words, "looking for, cold and desolate, sad and miserable" repeated repeatedly, and feelings poured out like running water, which was unexpected and had to be amazing. Thus, the phrase "three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat it? The wind is too late" was suppressed again.

Looking at a person clearly, in late autumn, I can't help but think of the old days when I see geese flying south. "The yellow flowers are piled all over the ground, haggard and damaged, and now they are worth picking." People have moved, and they can never go back.

It happened that nature made people, "the phoenix tree is more rainy and dripping at dusk." Standing in the autumn wind, the poet can only sigh with emotion, "What a sad word this time?" The poet grasped "sorrow" to spread the story, but his lyrics were full of atmosphere, and he sang freely without modification, blurting out, showing the author's unique cultivation and feelings.

Throughout the poem, the author writes landscape lyricism with popular and natural language and narrative techniques, but the lyricism is subtle and tortuous, the heart is extremely sad, and the scenery is full of sadness. However, this melancholy author never tells stories, but tries his best to compare and promote one layer at a time, creating a miserable atmosphere of "one weight has not been added" and leaving more room for thinking. Although the whole word was written without a drop of tears, it gave people the impression that the party was "a drop of tears every word, sobbing all over the paper."

This is deeper, sadder and more infectious than writing about crying and tears.

3. Poems describing women's long illness and helplessness

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears? The gossamer floats in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls lightly and sticks to the embroidered curtain.

The girl in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, is full of melancholy, hoes flowers out of embroidered curtains with both hands, and endures stepping on flowers again and again? Willow branches and elm pods come from wheat straw, and the peach of wheat straw floats with Li Fei, and peaches and plums can be planted again next year. Who knows in the boudoir next year? When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was too heartless. Although we can peck flowers next year, no one can go to Liang's empty nest. 360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing each other. When it is bright and fresh, it is difficult to find it once it floats.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find. Before people bury their steps, they steal flowers and hoe tears alone, and the branches on them see blood. The cuckoo is silent at dusk, the lotus hoe answers the heavy door, the blue light shines on the wall, people sleep for the first time, and the window is not warm.

Complaining is double the pain? Half for pity spring, half for annoyance spring, pity spring suddenly goes to annoyance and silence. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the pavilion, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.

May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan? It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.

4. Talk about mood phrases about diseases

1. When a person is sick, I will shed tears unconsciously.

2. Girl, remember to take care of yourself and put on more clothes when it's cold.

I didn't expect that we had such a tacit understanding, which almost made me sick.

I am in hospital. You don't know I'm sick. Don't you know?

I really envy those people who are concerned by many people when they are sick.

I am afraid that he will get sick, so I told him to wear more clothes and drink more water. He said I was ill.

7. I am afraid that if you don't take an umbrella, you will get wet, get sick, feel uncomfortable, be afraid of bitter medicine, and be abducted by a monster called the hospital.

8. I'm sad, I'm miserable, I'm lost, I'm sick, I want to cry, and I don't want anyone to know.

9. I told him that I was ill, and he didn't care. He only said that he was ill and went to the hospital. Why did you find me? Hehe, I smiled. We broke up yesterday.

10 I suddenly admire those who are sick and don't put on airs and silently take medicine to see a doctor.

1 1, it will clear up if it is cloudy for a long time, and it will get better if you are sick.

12. It's getting cold. Put on more clothes. If you are ill, I will feel distressed-distressed by the people I care about.

13, always remember that I love you more than your parents, because I love you not only in your past, but also in your future. The key is that I spoil you.

14, I have been ill for so long, and the class teacher actually said that I was ill in front of my parents.

15. The greatest comfort when you are sick is to drink more water. The best answer is to open the door.

16. There are many people who care about you when you are sick. Is there anyone who can buy you medicine and take you to the doctor?

17. If God can do anything, he will give you all the happiness and give me half the pain.

18, if I had wings, I would fly to see you! Do I have wings? Don't! So I can't visit you now! But I will pray for you and wish you peace and health forever!

19, honey, you have a cold. My heart really hurts. You should get better soon.

20. I want to care if you are ill, but what qualifications do I have? Ha ha.

5. Describe a sentence that a person seldom gets sick.

1: Harmony is not only the harmony between man and the outside world, but also the harmony between man's behavior and his soul and thoughts. Don't tie thoughts and souls together, correct and sublimate them at the same time, and keep the unity of behavior and them. It is the harmony and unity of Cao Xueqin's thought and behavior to lament the ups and downs of his life, to place grief and to use subtle brushwork. Deep in the prison, he is still full of courage. He is the swan song of historians. This is the harmonious unity of Sima Qian's thought and behavior. If a person can't figure out his own thoughts, ostensibly whitewashing peace is like walking on crutches, only he knows how uncomfortable it is.

2. The cicada just caught was not very happy, and sang "Donald Duck-Song Like" at the top of his voice: "Cicada, Cicada, Cicada, Cicada ..." Ah, a little ugly, but so loud. what can I do? Look at this ugly face again, and I'll feel bad! I really want to have a plastic surgery on it. "Ugly, and can't sing well." I really don't know what prompted me to catch it just now.

3: escape, not necessarily hide; Facing is not necessarily the most uncomfortable; Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. Get, not necessarily for a long time; Lost, not necessarily no longer; Turning around is not necessarily the weakest. Don't rush to say that there is no choice, thinking that there is only right and wrong in the world, and there is not only one answer to many things, so we will always have a way to go.

4: I can feel your heartache, and you have unspeakable helplessness. But you act like you don't care. The more you do this, the more uncomfortable I feel.

I'm used to being sad, to missing, to waiting for you, but I'm not used to not seeing you.

6:9 12, love, say it if you have love. It's really hard to hold it in your heart, and it's really helpless to hold it in your throat. Laugh loudly for love, don't guess; You should shout love, don't wander!