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The autumn wind broke the hut.
Author du fu? the Tang Dynasty
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. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
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 buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. 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. The nights are long, the house leaks and the bed is wet. How can I stay up 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!
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In the spring of the second year of Yuan Dynasty (76 1), Du Fu asked for relatives and built a hut near Huanhuaxi, Chengdu, and finally got a place to live. Unexpectedly, in August, the house was damaged by strong winds, and heavy rain followed. The poet stayed up all night and was deeply moved. He wrote this well-known poem. This poem is about his own hut, but it shows his feelings of worrying about the country and the people.
This poem can be divided into four parts. There are five sentences in the first section, each of which rhymes, and there are bursts of wind from the five flat rhymes of "good", "wool", "intersection" and "depression". "In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my family's three hairs." The momentum was rapid. The word "wind howling" is loud and loud, which reads like roaring in the autumn wind. A word "anger" personifies the autumn wind, which makes the next sentence not only full of action, but also full of strong feelings.
Brief introduction of the author
Du Fu (7 12-770), with beautiful words, is as famous as Du Gongbu and Du Shaoling. He was a great realistic poet in Gongxian, Henan (gongyi city, Zhengzhou, Henan) in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu is regarded as a "poet saint" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are called "Du Li" together. In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Du Li". Du Fu was concerned about the country and the people, and his personality was noble. There are about 1400 poems preserved, and the collection is Du Gongbu, whose poetic skills are exquisite and highly respected in Chinese classical poetry, with far-reaching influence. ?