What poems describe poor health?

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

I don't care whether I look thin in the mirror or not.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.

It's either dust or rain, disease or sadness.

Being A Lang is not a base, but it can resist diseases.

Old people are sick, with dust in the middle.

Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window.

My waist is stubborn and my feet sigh, so I can't walk close in the atrium.

Autumn is bleak and foggy, and old books are sick in lonely villages.

The four phases urge the sick and the old, and the fool may not be able to protect himself.

Illness always knows the night, and old age feels autumn sorrow.

Ambition is reduced by anxiety, and decline is accompanied by disease.

Who will be strong now when you are sick and can't go out indefinitely?