The autumn wind broke the hut.
Author: Tang Du Fu
Full text:
This is a good example.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
This is a good example.
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.
nán qún tóng qüwáo wülì，r n néng dumiàn wèI dào zéI，gáng rán bào máo r zhúq .
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.
This is a good example.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
This is the first time I have seen you.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
I mean.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
Chuto Valo Wugang Chù, Y ǔ.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
z Jing sāng Luàn shǎo Shu mian，cháng y zhān shǎhéyóu chè？
What's the point of getting wet all night?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, y incarnation, hello.
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.
wū hū！ héshíyǎn qián tüwüJiàn cǐwü，wú lú dú pò shòu dòng sǐ yì zú！
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone 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 becomes dark and foggy. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, and the nights are long, and the house leaks even when it rains. How can I stay until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
Extended data
This poem was written in August of 76 1 year (the second year of Tang Suzong Shangyuan). In the autumn of 759 AD (in the second year of Gan Yuan, Tang Suzong), Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Qin Zhou (now Tianshui, Gansu), and then to Baling via Tonggu (now Chengxian, Gansu). In the spring of 760 AD (three years), Du Fu asked for relatives and built a small house near Huanhuaxi, Chengdu, and finally got a place to live.
Unexpectedly, in August of 76 1 year (the second year of Shangyuan), a strong wind broke the house and a rainstorm followed. At that time, the Anshi Rebellion had not subsided, and the poet linked his experience with the hardships of Wanfang since the war and wrote this well-known poem, which kept him awake all night.
This poem depicts the scene where the house leaks in the autumn night and it rains all night, and truly records a fragment of the life of the thatched cottage. Finally, I was born in a strange place, pushed myself and others with my own personal experience, further put aside my hardships and dreamed up a vast mansion that sheltered the poor in the world. This unrealistic fantasy is based on the poet's idea of taking the country as the country and drowning in hunger; The broad-minded performance makes the work exude a positive romantic atmosphere. The language of the whole poem is extremely concise, the image is prominent, the waves are superimposed, and there is no treatment, so it can be gripping.