From Du Fu's Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage in Tang Dynasty.
In the autumn of August, the wind howled (háo) and swept my triple grass.
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, but they can stand being (wéi) thieves.
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 a blink of an eye (qǐng), the wind gathers clouds and ink, and the autumn is bleak and dark.
For many years, qón has been as cold as iron, and Joule is lying in bed, and his body is about to crack.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
Since the funeral (sāng), I haven't slept much and I can't get wet all night!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Alas, I suddenly saw this house, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone!
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This poem can be divided into four parts.
There are five * * * rhymes in the first paragraph, and there are bursts of wind from the five rhymes of "good", "Mao", "intersection" and "depression".
"In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my family's three hairs." The momentum was rapid. The word "wind whistling" has a grand sound, like the roar of autumn wind. The word "anger" personifies the autumn wind, which makes the next sentence not only full of action, but also full of strong emotional color-the poet finally built this hut and just settled down, but the autumn wind roared and rolled up layers of thatch, making the poet anxious.
The word "flying" of "Mao Fei crossed the river and scattered in the suburbs of the river" is closely related to the word "rolling" in the previous sentence. The rolled thatch did not fall beside the house, but flew over the river with the wind, and then scattered like raindrops in the suburbs of the river: "The highest one hangs on the top of the forest." It is also difficult to take back "those who go down float and sink in the pool". One after another, the dynamics of "rolling", "flying", "crossing", "falling", "hanging" and "drifting" not only constitute vivid pictures, but also touch the poet's sight and touch his heartstrings.
The genius of the poet lies in that he does not express his feelings abstractly, but reflects his feelings in an objective description. These poems show a thin and shabby old man standing outside the house on crutches, watching the roaring autumn wind roll up the thatch on his house layer by layer, blowing across the river and scattered all over the suburbs of the river. His anxiety and resentment about the broken house caused by the strong wind can not but arouse the reader's soul.