Negative poetry

The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind, and the strong wind in August roared, rolling up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs on the top of the forest (juàn) and the dragon (cháng), while the lower one floats to Shen. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep? There are thousands of buildings in Ander, and the great refuge (b‖) makes all the poor people in the world happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house, I will freeze to death alone!