In the depths of autumn in August, the wind roared and (the wind) swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flies across the Huanhua River and is scattered on the other side of the river. The thatch that flies high is entangled in the tall treetops, and the grass that flies low flutters and sinks into the ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak. They were so ruthless that they stole things in front of me. They ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch without any scruples. My lips were dry and I couldn’t breathe, so I had to come back. Leaning on crutches, I sighed to myself.
After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for many years, and it is cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place even at the head of the bed. The raindrops, connected closely like lines, continued to fall. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I had very little sleep time. The nights were long, the house was leaky and the bed was wet. How could I stay up till dawn?
This poem revolves around the clue that "the hut was broken by the autumn wind". He writes about the wind first and then the rain. Finally, the narrative turns lyrical, expressing the noble sentiment of caring about the country, sympathizing with the people's suffering, and being willing to freeze to death in exchange for the warmth of the poor people in the world. The whole poem has clear ideas and rigorous structure. Using a combination of narrative, argumentative and lyrical techniques, he expresses his noble feelings and yearning for a better life through his true feelings about his poor life.
How can we get tens of millions of spacious and tall houses to universally shelter poor scholars all over the world and make them smile? (The houses) remain unmoved in wind and rain and are as stable as mountains. Same.
well! When such a tall house appears in front of me, even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind, I will be willing to freeze to death!