In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
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.
The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn. 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 tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
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In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. High-flying thatch hangs on high treetops, while low-flying thatch floats and sinks into low-lying ponds.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a thief and rob things face to face, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms unscrupulously. (Shout) It's no use burning lips and dry mouth, so I have to come back and sigh by myself on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky is gray and gradually darkens. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child didn't sleep well, so push the quilt in. There was no dry place in the whole house, but it rained. Since the war, I have rarely slept, the night is long, the house leaks rain, and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which can generally shelter the poor people all over the world and make them smile, so that (the house) will not be shaken by the wind and rain and be as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When such a towering house appears in front of me, I will freeze to death even if my hut is blown apart!