The autumn wind broke the hut. Du Fu was angry in August and autumn, 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. The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn. 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 luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. High-flying thatch hangs on high treetops, while low-flying thatch floats and sinks into low-lying ponds. 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 and rob things face to face, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms unscrupulously. (Shout) It's no use burning lips and dry mouth, so I have to come back and sigh by myself 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 is gray and gradually darkens. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child couldn't sleep well and limped under the quilt. When the roof leaks, there is not even a dry place beside the bed. Raindrops like lines never stop raining. Since the war, I have rarely slept, the night is long, the house leaks rain, and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn? How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally sheltering the poor people all over the world, so that they are all smiling, and (houses) are as stable as Mount Tai and not shaken by the wind and rain? Alas! When such a towering house appears in front of me, I will freeze to death even if my hut is blown apart! In the second year of Gan Yuan, Tang Suzong (759-76 1 year), the Anshi Rebellion had not yet subsided. ), there is a famine in Guanzhong area, and the people are in hot water. In the autumn of this year, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Qin Zhou (now Tianshui, Gansu) and then to Sichuan via Tonggu (now Chengxian, Gansu). With the help of relatives and friends, he built a thatched cottage on the banks of Huanhuaxi in the western suburbs of Chengdu and lived a temporary and stable life. He felt happy and self-sufficient, so he sang spring rain, strolled for flowers, sent flowers to the river, and entertained himself with poetry and wine. However, this superficial lightness can not conceal his poverty, nor can it dilute his consistent feelings of worrying about the country and the people. Last autumn (76 1), a storm hit his cabin, which woke him up from his romantic seclusion again, made him face the reality and worried him, so he wrote this poem. In this poem, Du Fu describes his own sufferings, and shows the sufferings of the "poor people in the world" by describing his own sufferings, so as to show the sufferings of the society and the times. Faced with this tragic situation, Du Fu not only lamented his own experience, but also further thought about when all the "poor people in the world" like himself could get rid of their suffering. This noble feeling of caring for the country and the people and putting others before oneself has always been praised by people. This is an ancient poem. Sentence patterns are uneven in length and rhyme changes many times, giving people a sense of unevenness and twists and turns, which is helpful to express a bumpy life and a sad and depressed mood. "Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties" says: "Writing directly, seeing the power of the pen, is extremely boring. As soon as I entered the porch, I suddenly began to fold my pen and collect it. If the dragon loses its tail, you can only see this old mind. If you don't have this intention, you can't make poetry. " Du Fu's ardent feelings of worrying about the country and the people and his lofty ideal of urgently demanding to change the dark reality have been exciting readers' hearts for thousands of years and played a positive role. 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 complained bitterly that killing Shaoling was worrying about the country. " Thousands of years ago, the poet suffered, and now this sad pain has come to Shu Han with double pain. Arrived at the place where the poet once lived, and gave birth to a land of abundance, such as Susan-Sichuan in Chen Ziang. Old folks in my hometown, I wish you happiness and get rid of suffering as soon as possible! Our king, in addition to sighing, said: "The vast expanse of buildings makes all the poor in the world happy, and the wind and rain are as smooth as mountains!" Oh! When did you suddenly see this house? It is enough for me to freeze to death alone! "What can I do? .