But there is also hard work without credit. In late autumn in August, the spring is chilly. A thin and ragged old man stood in front of the door, looking so helpless in the chilly late autumn ... This old man is Du Fu.
The hut he built not long ago was "taken away" by the strong wind in late autumn, leaving no trace ... the wind was even stronger. Even the wind and the thatch laughed at me, alas-I just built that hut! Du Fu was extremely distressed.
The wind seemed to hear Du Fu's thoughts and became more rampant. A group of children from Nancun bullied Du Fu because he was old and had no strength.
Cruel as a thief in front of him, holding the thatch and disappearing into the bamboo forest. Old Du Fu was so thirsty that the urchins ignored him. Du Fu sighed helplessly.
"Maybe it was God who deliberately opposed me, so the wind stopped." Du Fu held the post in front of the door and thought silently.
The wind has stopped, there are dark clouds everywhere, the gray sky is getting darker and darker, and the maple leaves next to it fall to the ground, showing a bleak scene everywhere. Du Fu turned back to the house. His baby is sleeping. He stretched out his hand and touched the quilt, but it was as cold as iron. Then he looked at him and said, "God, I broke the quilt, my child."
Du Fu said to himself. Suddenly, I felt a mouthful of water on my face. I looked up and saw that the hut was leaking and the bed was all wet. The dense raindrops didn't stop like twine.
Du Fu held interfix in his sleeve and looked at everything in front of him. "When does this day end?" A feeling of bitterness welled up in Du Fu's mind. Since the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu seldom sleeps, and the night is so long for him! At this time, Du Fu thought of people in the same situation as him. "How can I have a tall building? Let people like me live in a world where there is no wind, no rain and no beating, and they are as safe as Mount Tai? When? " Du Fu's heart is extremely complicated.
"Oh, when can I stand such a high building? Even if only my house leaks rain, I am willing to freeze to death. " The trees beside the house rustled and seemed to be keen on Du Fu's experience. A maple leaf falls on the rustling sand.
2. "The hut was broken by the autumn wind" was rewritten into a 600-word composition. Drops of cold woke him up from his only shallow sleep, and he saw the sky through the broken roof, boundless and dark.
Try to prop up your weak body and run out of the door with clumsy steps. He was greeted by the howling wind, which mercilessly overturned the hut. 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 falls into the low-lying pond. ...
He didn't shake his head or sigh, but gritted his teeth and tried his best to find thatch to repair his hut. However, those children in Nancun are doomed to be against him. They got the thatch at a faster speed, made a face at him, and then skillfully got into the bamboo forest. Maybe I'm really old and weak, or maybe I think of An Lushan in the Anshi Rebellion. Shock, sadness and melancholy prevented him from chasing those children.
He came home, sitting alone in a chair, with wine in a broken bowl. He wanted to look up at the bright stars, but what he saw was the endless night sky ... In the evening, the wind suddenly stopped whistling, but the continuous dark clouds did not want to dissipate, and finally disappeared into the night with the arrival of the foggy autumn night. Most of Chang 'an in those days seemed to be a clear sky in Wan Li ... He covered himself with an iron cloth and wanted to sleep, hoping to have the strength to save the country and feed the poor after waking up.
He is Du Fu. If we can "have thousands of spacious buildings, it will make all the poor people in the world happy!" You can "suddenly see this house in front of you, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone!" He may have come to this unfortunate era by mistake, but he was honed into such Du Fu in this "mistake".
The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind. After class, I wrote a narrative. 01:35 On May 23rd, the thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind. In August, the wind roared, and Sanhe grass rolled in my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression. 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.
What's the point of getting wet all night? 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 did you suddenly see this house? I can freeze to death alone! This is Du Fu's Song, which was written in the autumn and August of the second year of Shang Yuan (76 1). During the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu went through rough times, was captured and fled, became an official and abandoned his official, and went hungry for three years before arriving in Chengdu.
Last spring, Du Fu visited relatives and friends in the year of know life and built a thatched cottage near Huanhuaxi in the western suburbs of Chengdu. Finally, with the help of his old friend Yanwu, he got a temporary residence and lived a slightly stable life. Unexpectedly, in August, the roaring autumn wind swept away the thatch on Du Fu's thatched cottage, and it rained heavily at night, which made the house leak and even the bed wet.
The old and frail poet was filled with emotion and wrote this touching poem. Bai Juyi said: "Articles are written in the times, and songs and poems are written in things." This poem by Du Fu is like this.
In the face of suffering, Du Fu not only bemoaned his own experience, but pushed himself and others, hoping that all the "poor people in the world" would be spared from it. And express the noble feelings of suffering for others.
This spiritual realm of putting others before oneself has inspired and infected countless readers. Zheng Sixiao, a poet in Song Dynasty, wrote in Song of Autumn Wind Breaking Du Zimei Cottage: "The road around Huanhuaxi seems hard to find.
Several huts earnestly said that killing Shaoling was worrying about the country. "August autumn wind roars, my family's three hairs are rolled up.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression. The autumn sky in August is far and wide. Who had expected, suddenly a gust of wind roared, and all three layers of thatch in my hut were torn off in an instant.
The thatch flew over the river and scattered on the other side. Some hang high at the top of the forest, and some sink into the depression of the pond. Explain the beginning of time with one sentence, and then rhyme each sentence with five flat rhymes, which brings a momentum to the opening.
The word "wind whistling" means that the autumn wind is fierce, loud, fast and powerful. "Rolling" means scraping away from the bottom, which is both dynamic and full of strong color sense.
The poet finally built a hut, and just settled down, but the autumn wind seemed to deliberately oppose him, making it impossible for him to live in peace. How can this not make the poet extremely anxious? "Hanging", "hanging" and "winding" are low-lying places.
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.
A group of urchins in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak, so I had the heart to be a thief to my face and openly picked up the thatch and hid in the bamboo forest. My lips are burning and my mouth is dry. I can't keep shouting. I came home with a cane and a sigh.
Here is the same sentence, people write from heaven and earth. The first three sentences are about this group of children swaggering to "grab" face to face, and the last two sentences are about their helplessness.
In contrast, those children are naughty and weak in poetry. The sentence of "forbearance" shows the poet's anxiety and indignation. It is not true that those children were accused of being thieves.
In the words of the poet "Goro again", it is "it is better to have this than to be poor"! If the poet was not very poor, he wouldn't be so worried about the wind blowing away the thatch. This is all over.
The lofty aspiration of "owning endless buildings and protecting the faces of the poor in the world" is based on the reality of "being poor all over the world". 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. Joule is lying in bed and choosing? br/>； After a while, the wind stopped, the dark clouds were like ink, and the autumn sky was gloomy and foggy, and suddenly it was dark. The cloth that has been covered for many years is cold and hard. Like iron, Joule's sleep is not good. His feet were pushed around in the quilt, which broke.
Just as the poet sighed helplessly, the sky changed again, which was a precursor to the storm. The words "for a while" dipped in thick ink render a gloomy and miserable atmosphere and set off the poet's mood.
The words "cloth quilt" describe the embarrassment of life. The quilt has been used for many years, but it is broken again, which is not enough to keep out the cold, suggesting the poet's hidden pain and anxiety that it is difficult to go home. "Russian tendency", soon, instantly.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night? The cabin leaks rain, the bed is wet, and there is no dry place in the house; Moreover, the rain is still dense and will not stop.
I have seldom slept since the accident; How can we get through the morning in such a long night and wet? Although this passage is a trivial ramble, it can make people clearly see the sad scene of the poet sitting alone in bed sighing. The two sentences of "Zi Jing" are vertical and integrated.
First, from the present situation to all kinds of painful experiences since the An Shi Rebellion, from the stormy hut to the war-torn country; As soon as I closed it, I returned to the reality of "getting wet all night". "Mourning" refers to the Anshi Rebellion.
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! How can we get thousands of high-rise buildings, so that all the poor people in the world can get shelter and happiness? No matter how the wind and rain blow, the house is as stable as Mount Tai! These words put themselves in others' shoes, thought of the sufferings of the people, and put forward the ideal of making the poor "all laugh". This poem is pleasant, broad, loud and powerful. From the poet's own painful life experience, the unrestrained and ardent hope expressed has been exciting readers' hearts for thousands of years.
The sentence "Andrew" is an imagination you want but can't get. The "Great Shelter" is completely covered and protected.
"Poor scholar" originally refers to poor scholar, and here refers to all poor people. Oh! When did you suddenly see this house? I can freeze to death alone! Alas, when can I suddenly see such a house in front of my eyes? At that time, even if my house leaks and freezes me or even freezes to death, I will be willing! It is of great significance to the people that the poet pushes human feelings from peaceful coexistence.
He would rather freeze to death.
4. Rewrite the composition "The hut was broken by the autumn wind". Life is like this day by day. For me, there is no special hope, because I have no chance to realize my ideal.
The lady hurried back to the house and said, "The thatch on the house was blown away by the wind again. Go and have a look! " "I just think it's another August, it's already late autumn. I looked at the roof with crutches, and the heavy thatch was swept away by the strong wind, swept to the willow tip next to the residual bridge opposite, and the rest floated to the Huanhua River.
The dirt road was uneven, so I had to bend over, lean on crutches and tread the mud to pick up thatch. Suddenly, a group of urchins from Nancun ran over and bullied me, even openly carried the thatch on my roof into the bamboo forest. I screamed, but failed to stop it.
Helpless, I had to go back to the house on crutches and sigh alone. It's very cold at night, and the children hide in quilts, which have been used for many years and are as cold as iron plates.
The child is naughty, and the patch in the quilt will be torn every night, so the lady has to get up early to mend it. The continuous heavy rain falls, and the sound of ticking makes people unable to sleep.
The roof leaks, and there is no dry place at the bedside! The night is long, like a dense raindrop, constantly dripping. The raindrops on the glaze doused the oil lamp, and the floating light appeared and disappeared like sparks.
At that moment, through the raindrops, I saw my past scene. Since the Anshi Rebellion, when have I ever slept peacefully? I put up with this wet and cold broken sheet every night, counting the time minute by minute.
I often ask heaven, when will it dawn and when will all this pass? I closed my eyes slightly, prayed countless times and dreamed of one day. On which day, who can get thousands of spacious and bright big houses? It can make people who are wandering outside like us no longer freeze and fantasize like mountains in the wind and rain.
We talked and laughed and were as safe as "them". Ah! When can I stand in front of such a tall house? At that time, even if I was the only one who froze to death, I was willing! Adapted from Su Shi's Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage.
5. How come there are only two songs in the narrative that are rewritten in the autumn wind in the hut in late August, and the wind is whistling.
Du Fu, an old man with thin clothes and stumbling, watched helplessly as the thatch on the house was blown away by the wind, but he was helpless. He wanted to pick up the scraped thatch and repair it after the wind stopped, but the wind blew the thatch everywhere, some hanging on the treetops, some sinking into ponds and depressions, and some drifting across the river suburbs ... Du Fu reluctantly cleaned up some thatch in front of him, and suddenly a group of children ran out from Nancun. They grabbed the thatch from the old man and ran away, ignoring the master's reprimand and then disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Du Fu can only sigh with crutches to comfort himself: Alas! They are poor, even if I warm them for you ... the wind stopped, there were dark clouds everywhere, the gray sky became darker and darker, and then it began to rain. This whole day, his family almost didn't even eat rice, so the child drank a little corn porridge, saying it was corn porridge, just a bowl of water with a little corn flour.
Du Fu lay in bed, thinking that he was hungry and cold all the way when he was exiled, and thinking of other ordinary people, because of displacement, he didn't even have a hut to live in, and his heart was even colder. At this time, the younger son was awakened by the cold. Du Fu stretched out his hand and touched his son's bed, but it was as cold as iron. When he looked carefully, there were still many cracks, but this quilt was the only one for the whole family to keep out the cold. What should I do? It's still raining, the roof leaks everywhere, and there is no dry place in the house.
Du Fu bent down and looked at everything in front of him. A feeling of bitterness welled up in his mind, and he couldn't help praying: "Rain, stop!" The people are already miserable! After the Anshi Rebellion began, Du Fu was worried and often suffered from insomnia. He secretly shouted to the monarch: why do you value the United States and despise the country? Why are you still awake when you are addicted to sweet dreams? Why do you seek pleasure and forget the people of Lebanon? There are tears tonight! Who can sleep well? In a trance, Du Fu suddenly walked out of thousands of spacious houses, and countless poor people were happily changing their new homes ... Du Fu woke up with a smile and realized that he was dreaming.
Du fu made a wish in the dark: if the dream can really come true, then my house will be scratched and people are willing to freeze to death! However, the only answer he got was the bitter wind and rain ... The thatched cottage was destroyed by the autumn wind. It is said that he has been living in a wet thatched cottage since the war, and it is very sad to expect a warm shed. The house leaks when it rains all night, and when the night is cool, it meets through flow again.
Freezing alone, praying for shelter for the poor, everyone is at ease and worried. The poor poet is just eight fights, and it is difficult to pull the Tang Dynasty away from collapse.
After the poem is written, it often feels unremarkable, and even has the suspicion that "the dead mouse is lying there and the blind cat is lucky". But before writing, which words should be connected, what rhyme should be used, and whether to write quatrains or metrical poems? Everything has to be groped-whether it can be written is still a question ... In Du Fu's "The Hut is Blown by the Autumn Wind", the first thing that comes to mind is that "the house leaks when it rains at night", and "the boat meets the wind late" will naturally be changed to "the day meets through flow coldly", so the rhyme will be settled.
"Postwar security" is the third sentence of the draft. In order to compete with the "expectation greenhouse", "behave yourself" has to be changed to "live in wet grass" Although this couplet comes quickly, it is hard to match.
"Independence" is relative to "crowd", "freezing" is relative to "happiness", but "laughter of the poor" rhymes with "trouble *". I spelled all the initials with eng one by one and read them as "Trouble changes, trouble increases, trouble ...". Poetry is the art of regret. If we don't have the most suitable one, we'll settle for the second best. It's really no good. We can change the first part. Wei Lian only made a choice between "eight talents" and "broad-minded", and the last sentence was natural.
6. In modern Chinese, the weather in August, which needs 400 words as a narrative, roared with strong winds and rolled up a huge whirlpool, and the temperature gradually dropped.
Du Fu stood at the window of his thatched cottage, watching the trees swaying from side to side in the strong wind. Speaking of that tree, he and his children planted it themselves.
It was the child's birthday, and the family was poor and could not afford anything decent. I planted this tree with my children as a souvenir.
Standing at the window, Du Fu thought a lot. He was extremely anxious: What should I do if my hut was blown away by such a strong wind? Do you want to get cold? The only wish now is to keep the thatched cottage intact and not damaged by the wind. This thatched cottage was built with the help of a friend and has only lived for a few years-"We must not let the thatched cottage fall down", he pleaded in his heart.
It's no use begging, but the wind still blows away layers of thatch. The thatch flew up and down into the Woods; Hanging from the treetops; Fly to the pond; Floating on the water; Some even scattered all over the floor.
Seeing the thatch blown away by the wind, how could he not chase it? When he caught up with him, he saw that several children had carried him away. Those children also belong to the poor, and this thatch is a treasure to them.
A child said, "These thatchs are enough to repair the roof of my house." The other said, "I can finally sleep warm and not wet tonight."
Two other people actually fought-seeing Du Fu coming, they all dispersed in a hubbub with thatch, and Du Fu didn't want to pursue it any more, so he went home on crutches and sighed. There were more and more clouds in the sky. It got dark and began to rain. For a whole day, his family hardly even ate rice, so the child drank a little corn paste and said it was corn paste, just a bowl of water with a little corn flour.
Rain leaked from the thatched area along the roof and hit the bed. The weather is wet and cold. My quilt has been kept warm for several years, and the child sleeping in the bed pushed it out. Lying in bed, I thought of being frozen and hungry all the way when I was in exile. Men, women and children seem like years have passed. After a long journey, I finally lived in a thatched cottage.
But when can I live in a good house? Let all people with bad karma have a smile on their faces, no matter whether it is windy or rainy! When will such a house appear, even if I freeze to death! The poet stroked his beard, strong and fierce. However, the only answer to him was the whistling north wind, which was piercing and harsh.
7. The hut was broken by the autumn wind and rewritten into a narrative. It was late August, and the autumn wind roared. 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 hangs on the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into the pond.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to my face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I was so thirsty that I had to come back and sigh my unfortunate and sad world with crutches. After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky is gloomy and foggy, and it gradually darkens.
The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child couldn't sleep well and pushed the quilt upside down. The roof leaks and there is no dry place at the head of the bed.
The rain is uninterrupted, as dense as drooping hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have seldom slept. How can I stay up until dawn because of the long nights, leaking houses and wet beds? How can we make thousands of spacious houses in Qian Qian cover the poor scholars all over the world and make them laugh! The house is not shaken by the wind and rain, and it is as stable as Mount Tai.
Alas! When such a towering house appeared in front of me, even if my hut was blown apart and I froze to death, I was satisfied.
8. In modern Chinese, the song "Autumn Wind Breaking the Hut" was rewritten as narrative. On the eighth day of August, the weather changed suddenly, the clouds were gathering, the storm raged, and the ruthless wind roared and swept away the thatch of my hut.
Some swept across the river to the other side of the river, and some sank into the pond. You see, the Anshi rebellion, the world has been chaotic, and there are countless poor people, but the storm is also echoing the war and devouring the only property left by the poor.
Some of my thatch was also taken away by the children playing. They bullied me for being old and weak, and even had the heart to be a "thief" in front of me.
I had to go back to my shabby hut on crutches and sighed. Think about it carefully, maybe those urchins will take my thatch away because they are poor. We are all in the same boat! How long has a day passed! That long night was even more unbearable.
Bedclothes that have not been washed for years are as cold as iron. How can it be warm under cover? I thought that my charming son couldn't sleep well, so I kicked a big hole in the quilt. Now, I only have this broken quilt. The house has been washed away by the storm and has long been untenable.
This leak, that leak, even the cold quilt has become worse. Now, I won't want to have a good sleep again. When will this long night end? Recalling the Anshi Rebellion, it was the people who suffered! Ruthless war, let the poor people fall into the abyss, no one to help! If I can have millions of houses and let the poor people who have nowhere to go spend the stormy night here, that house will stand firmly on the ground, no matter how hard the wind blows and how crazy the rain is.
If only I had done it! If I still have a chance to make these thousands of houses as stable as Mount Tai, it will be worth freezing and starving! War kills people! Oppose war and stick to peace! 2. In late autumn of August, the wind roared. Du Fu, an old man with thin clothes and stumbling, watched helplessly as the thatch on the house was blown away by the wind, but he was helpless.
He wanted to pick up the scraped thatch and repair it after the wind stopped, but the wind blew the thatch everywhere, some hanging on the treetops, some sinking into ponds and depressions, and some drifting across the river suburbs ... Du Fu reluctantly cleaned up some thatch in front of him, and suddenly a group of children ran out from Nancun. They grabbed the thatch from the old man and ran away, ignoring the master's reprimand and then disappeared into the bamboo forest. Du Fu can only sigh with crutches to comfort himself: Alas! They are poor, even if I warm them for you ... the wind stopped, there were dark clouds everywhere, the gray sky became darker and darker, and then it began to rain.
This whole day, his family almost didn't even eat rice, so the child drank a little corn porridge, saying it was corn porridge, just a bowl of water with a little corn flour. Du Fu lay in bed, thinking that he was hungry and cold all the way when he was exiled, and thinking of other ordinary people, because of displacement, he didn't even have a hut to live in, and his heart was even colder.
At this time, the younger son was awakened by the cold. Du Fu stretched out his hand and touched his son's bed, but it was as cold as iron. When he looked carefully, there were still many cracks, but this quilt was the only one for the whole family to keep out the cold. What should I do? It's still raining, the roof leaks everywhere, and there is no dry place in the house. Du Fu bent down and looked at everything in front of him. A feeling of bitterness welled up in his mind, and he couldn't help praying: "Rain, stop!" The people are already miserable! After the Anshi Rebellion began, Du Fu was worried and often suffered from insomnia.
He secretly shouted to the monarch: why do you value the United States and despise the country? Why are you still awake when you are addicted to sweet dreams? Why do you seek pleasure and forget the people of Lebanon? There are tears tonight! Who can sleep well? In a trance, Du Fu suddenly walked out of thousands of spacious houses, and countless poor people were happily changing their new homes ... Du Fu woke up with a smile and realized that he was dreaming. Du fu made a wish in the dark: if the dream can really come true, then my house will be scratched and people are willing to freeze to death! However, only the whistling wind and rain answered him ... 3. In August, the leaves of Huang Cancan fluttered in the strong wind.
Vujacic, vujacic.
The wind roared, and thousands of fallen leaves in Qian Qian were flying all over the sky at that moment. There is only a touch of gold left in front of me.
The sky is dark and deep, geese fly by in a hurry, and the wind growls and growls at this dark moment.
At that moment, the thick layers of thatch on my roof were rolled up by the strong wind.
Some flew across the powerful river in the wind. The wind gradually weakened and the thatch slowly fell on the river.
Some are entangled in the treetops, some are blown over by the wind and sink into the shallow pond water. At this time, I am very anxious, angry and at a loss.
Clap your thighs, shout, stamp your feet, with tears in your eyes.
The thatch was blown to the flat ground and swept away by a group of naughty children from poor Nancun in the strong wind. I was so anxious that I chased and shouted.
But this group of children didn't take it seriously and still ran into the bamboo forest with thatch. A face of helplessness.
After returning home, I looked at the ugly sky above the roof with a cane in my hand and sighed silently alone. How did I encounter such an unfortunate experience? These urchins have the heart to "be thieves" face to face! After a while, the wind gradually stopped.
Dark clouds are like ink. The autumn sky is gloomy and foggy, and the evening gradually comes.
There is a gloomy and tragic atmosphere around. When will there be a new sun? Looking at the shabby quilt, it's as cold as an iron plate.
The child who is sleeping soundly can't sleep well and the quilt is broken. Raindrops are falling and the thatched roof has been leaking.
The bed is all wet and there is no dry place. The corner of the house is like a drooping twine. The heavy rain has not stopped, and I am shivering with cold.
How did you get through the days of poverty? How much sleep have we had since the uprising of An Shi Rebellion? Looking at this long wet and cold night, do you dare to ask me how to get through the morning? I really hope that God will have mercy, let the rain stop and let the sun rise soon tomorrow! It was quiet at night and everything fell asleep. Only I can't sleep all night, sometimes melancholy, sometimes sighing. Oh! A sleepless night makes me look haggard.
However, how can I get thousands of spacious houses, shelter the scholars all over the world, live a stable life and make the people all happy! Never shake a stable house and life in a storm. When can I dream of you? Oh! What time?
9. The song "The Cabin Broken by Autumn Wind" was rewritten into an essay. In late August, the wind roared. The wind swept away the eighth day of August. The weather changed suddenly, the clouds were overcast, the storm raged, and the ruthless wind roared, which also swept away the thatch of my hut. Some swept across the river and reached the other side of the river, while others sank into the pond. Look, the Anshi rebellion is the world. Swallow a little property of the poor. Some of my thatch was taken away by the children playing. They bullied me for being old and weak, and even had the heart to be a "thief" in front of me. I had to go back to my shabby hut on crutches and sighed. Come to think of it, maybe those urchins took my thatch away because they were poor. We are all in the same boat! How long has a day passed! That long night was even more unbearable. Bedclothes that have not been washed for years are as cold as iron. How can it be warm under cover? I thought my charming son couldn't sleep well, so I kicked a big hole in the quilt. Now, I only have this broken quilt. The house was washed away by the storm and could not support it for a long time. This leak, that leak, and even the cold quilt have made the situation worse. Now, I don't want to sleep well. When will this long night end? Recalling the Anshi Rebellion, it was the people who suffered! Ruthless war, let the poor people fall into the abyss, no one to help! If I can have millions of houses and let the poor people who have nowhere to go spend the stormy night here, these houses will stand firmly on the ground, regardless of the storm. If only I really had them! If I still have a chance to make these thousands of houses as stable as Mount Tai, it will be worth freezing and starving! War kills people! Oppose war and stick to peace.