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What are the poems and mood phrases that describe "comfort when you are in poor health"?

1. "Caisang, Runzhou Duojing Building meets Sun Juyuan"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Emotionally still sick, there are many scenes in the building. Raise your glasses and meet each other. Laugh when you are happy.

Stop to listen to the pipa and twist it gently. Drunk noodles melt into spring scenery. Obliquely shines on Jiang Tianyi's blush.

2. "Magnolia, the scenery in the city is confusing."

Song: Money.

The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore. When will the bluegrass rest, the tears will be broken first.

Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises. I used to be disgusting and hated Fang Zun. Nowadays, Fang Zun is afraid of shallowness.

3. Wang Ye

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.

After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?

Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng. (Pass only: Only)

I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.

Step 4 climb the mountain

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

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.

5. Qintai

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

After Maoling's illness, Ai Wenzhuo Jun

The restaurant is on earth, and the piano is in the sunset.

Wild flowers leave a treasure, while creeping weeds see the skirt.

Going back to Phoenix to ask for a burn, I seldom smell it.