Original poem: The thatched cottage was broken by autumn wind [Tang]. Du Fu.
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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. 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 people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
In 759 AD, Du Fu wandered to Chengdu and found a wasteland near Huanhuaxi. With the help of friends, he built a small house, which later became famous in the history of literature. Unfortunately, the hut was not strong and was destroyed by a storm in August 76 1 year. This poem was written by Du Fu in the storm that kept him awake all night.
From the artistic point of view, this poem pays attention to the organic combination of description, narration and lyricism, with rigorous structure, distinct levels and simple style, which greatly enhances the appeal of the poem.