The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind
In August, the high wind howled, and the triple grass rolled on my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled on the outskirts of the river. The tall one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I am old and weak, so I can stand being a thief.
openly carrying Mao into the bamboo, his lips are burning and his mouth is dry and he can't breathe. When he comes back, he leans on his stick and sighs.
in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark.
the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the arrogant children lie down and crack inside.
there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp.
If you sleep less after going through the chaos, how can you get wet all night?
There are tens of millions of spacious buildings in Ande, which is a great shelter for all the poor people in the world to be happy and calm!
ouch! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!
—— Du Fu