[Miao Wen appreciation] Mao Wu is a song broken by the autumn wind

Mao Wu is a song broken by the autumn wind
Du Fu (712--770)

Mao Wu is a song broken by the autumn wind Nov in the autumn of August On my house Mao feidu River Climblient The lower Party is drifting towards the shentangao Nancun quntong deceives me Tolerance for thieves Embrace Mao in the bamboo Noisy lips Return and rely on self-sigh The Russian legend sets the cloud ink color Autumn desert to the dark Bucket is cool for many years Arrogant and evil lie in and split Bed room without leakage The rain is not cut off Self-defeating and sleep-less Why is the night wet? Tens of millions of rooms in ande Guangxia Big Shield, cool man! Wind and rain Whining! See this house suddenly Wu Lu is suffering from freezing death

My cottage unroofed by Autumn Gales In the eighth moon the Autumn Gales furiously howl; They roll up three layers of straw from my thatched Bower. The straw flies internal ss the river and spreads in shower, Some hanging knotted on the tops of trees that tower, Some swirling down and sinking into water foul. Urchins from southern village know I'm old and weak; They rob me to my face without a blush on cheek And holding armfuls of straw, into bamboos sneak. In vain I call them till my lips are parched and dry; Again alone, I lean on my cane and sigh. Shortly the gale subsides and clouds turn dark as ink; The autumn skies are shrouded and in darkness sink. My cotton quilt is cold; for years it has been worn; My restless children kick in sleep and it is torn. The roof leaks o 'er beds, leaving no corner dry; Without cease the rain falls thick and fast from the sky. After the troubled times troubled has been my sleep. Wet though, how can I pass the night so long, so deep! Cocould I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I 'd house all scholars poor and make them beam with smiles. In wind and rain these mansions wocould stand like mountains high, Alas! Shocould these house appear before my eye, Frozen in my unroofed cot, content I 'd die.

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Du Fu (712--770) is a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty. He was born in the home of the feudal Scholar-doctor who "Feng Ru Shou Guan". He should try again. No, he is trapped in ChangAn 10.
Years ago, he gradually observed various social conflicts and obtained rich creative themes. The last one was removed from the left, and the employee was defaced for some reason. In 759, the chaos of Anshi was not fixed, and Guan was hungry again. He abandoned the Government and led his family to go to the west.
The behavior was dangerous and difficult, and I saw the sufferings of the people with my own eyes. I wrote such statements as "sanli" ("Shi Yu Li" "Guan li" and "New Security li"). "Three farewell" ("new wedding" "Old Lady" "No family ")
An epic that is full of people's nature and reality. Finally arrived in Chengdu, with the help of friends and friends, and spent two years building a Mouch in the western suburbs (now "Chengdu caotang. Which of the following autumn?
Days, a storm swept away the thatch on the house, a night of heavy rain, wet the indoor clothing, the vast night, all feelings intersection. The poet thought of the sufferings of thousands of people by his own experiences, and thus began
." And write down the famous poem "Mao Wu is broken by the autumn wind".