Change Du Fu's ascension into prose? About 300 words? Urgent need? thank you

The sky is high and windy, the autumn wind is cold, and the ape is very sad; The banks of Qingjiang River are in vain, and gulls and herons fly back low. Fallen leaves float endlessly, scattered layer by layer; The endless Yangtze River is surging and rolling forward. Being a guest in Wan Li, I often visit; I've been ill all my life, and today I'm on my own. The world is cold, life is hard, and I often hate Bai Rushuang; I was depressed and depressed, so I gave up drinking and drinking. He poured out the poet's complex feelings of years of wandering, old illness, loneliness and loneliness, with mixed feelings and myriad thoughts.