What poems describe "My hands are sore and I can't sleep"?

I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.

I don't care if my face is thin in the mirror-Song Xin Qi Ji.

People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness. -Don Bai Juyi

People say that willow leaves are like a beautiful woman's frowning eyebrows, but the sadness in her heart is more like that willow silk, which is inextricably linked.

Worry, wordless fragrance, dark to the ups and downs of the heart hurt themselves-Song Sushi

A lot of sadness seems to be speechless with flowers, as rich as flowers, and you should feel sad secretly when your heart fluctuates at night.

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin

In autumn, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night mourns in the corner of the border town, and the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win. -Don Du Fu

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. —— Tang Libai

I have three white hairs in thousands of feet, just because my sorrow is so long. I don't understand (when looking in the mirror) what sadness makes my white hair like autumn frost in a mirror.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky. —— Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty

General idea: it is an innate feeling of people to leave their feelings and not hate them, and it has nothing to do with affairs.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. Over the years,

It should be a good time and a good scene. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? -Don? Liu Yong

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this bleak autumn, how can this departure stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. After a long time, people who love each other are not together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell? !