Du Fu's poem in his second couplet is: There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, and all the poor people in the world are happy.
Where can I get thousands of spacious and bright houses to accommodate the poor and well-read people in the world to study happily together?
Said by: The hut was broken by the autumn wind.
Original text:
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du fu 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. 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 a blink of an eye, the wind sets the clouds and the ink color, and the desert turns black in autumn (hēi).
Qón has been cold as iron for many years, Joule's evil lies and cracks.
There is no dry (gān) leakage in the bedside table room, and the foot of the rain has not been cut off.
Since the funeral (sāng), I haven't slept much and I can't get wet all night!
There are tens of millions of mansions and great shelters in Ande. (2) all the poor people in the world laugh, and the wind and rain are still peaceful!
Oh! I suddenly saw this house, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone!