Poetry hut was broken by autumn wind.

In a blink of an eye, it was August, and the autumn wind raged and roared like waves, thus mercilessly taking away only a few layers of yellow thatch from the humble hut on the edge of Huanhuaxi. The weak thatch had to be slaughtered by this powerful wind, until it was exhausted and fragmented, and it was able to escape from the clutches of the wind, but it could only drift with the tide, either collapsing on tall old trees or sinking into the water. Is that the owner of this humble room? Otherwise, why did his regretful eyes only follow the thatched grass flying up and down? Suddenly, a group of children broke into his helpless sight. I saw that they only looked at the people behind them, immediately picked up a few thatches and disappeared together in the bamboo forest! A little desperate,,,,, He wanted to pick up grass at once and shouted loudly, but he died before he was old. Crying for thirst can't call back the stubborn figures of those children. The wind is still blowing, but he stands still like a statue. Cloth is flying, his temples are gray, and he is light on crutches. He must be sighing ironically, right? The wind finally subsided, and at the same time it calmed his uneasy heart. Unexpectedly, the sky is unpredictable, the clouds are gathering in an instant, and the feet under the rain are numb. It can be said that the house leaks and it rains all night! Because the house leaks rain. There is no dry place at the bedside, and the quilt that has been covered for many years is cold and hard. How can a delicate son bear such a bad environment? The younger son kicked the quilt out because of poor sleep, which broke his heart as a father who had suffered from Anshi rebellion. He can't sleep well, how can he spend a long night on a wooden bed soaked by cold rain? Ten years of cold window ended like this. How could he not be sad? It's just that he didn't feel sad in this scene, and he didn't escape the fact by looking forward to a good day of promotion and wealth. On the contrary, in such a dark stormy night, he ignored his poverty and hoped that there would be thousands of tall houses to shelter him from the wind and rain. Even if everyone could live happily, he would be satisfied even if he died alone! He is him! Be in trouble, but never be overwhelmed by the world. It is also his great ambition that supports him to perfectly interpret the invincible pride belonging to that "humble" thatched cottage in his own way!