What is the translation of the ancient poem that the thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind?

In August, the autumn is high, the wind is angry, and I am covered with triple thatched on the roof. Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the higher one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats around the sinking pond pass. The children of Nancun deceived me and were old and powerless, and they could endure being thieves.

openly hugged into the bamboo, his lips were burned, and he came back and sighed to himself. The Russian wind is fixed and the clouds are inky, and the autumn desert is dark. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and the delicate child is vicious and cracked in the tread. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been cut off.

Self-mourning, less sleep, long nights wet, why not! Ande has tens of millions of mansions, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, and the wind and rain do not move, and they are as safe as mountains!

Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to be alone and frozen to death!

Translation: In the middle of August, the wind howled and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flies around, crosses the Huanhua Creek, and scatters on the opposite bank of the river. The thatch, which flies high, wraps around the treetops, and the thatch, which flies low, sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so I couldn't bear to be a "thief" in front of me to grab things, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch without any scruples. I couldn't stop drinking with dry lips, and when I came back, I was on crutches and sighed alone.

After a while, the wind stopped, the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the sky was gloomy and foggy in the late autumn. The cloth had been covered for many years, and it was cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child was not sleeping in a good position and broke the quilt.

When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house, and the rainwater on the roof keeps leaking down like twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have very little time to sleep, long nights, leaky houses and wet beds, how can I survive until dawn.

How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally shelter the poor scholars in the world, make them smile, and the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, and are as stable as mountains? Alas! When such a towering house appeared in front of me, even if my hut was blown by the autumn wind, I myself would be willing to die of freezing!

The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind.

Du Fu Tang Dynasty

In August, the autumn is high, the wind is angry, and I am covered with triple thatched on the roof.

Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the higher one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats around the sinking pond pass.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side.

openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness.

The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and the delicate child is vicious and cracked in the tread.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been cut off.

Self-mourning, less sleep, long nights wet, why not!

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!

The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. Alack! He Zhaoshi suddenly saw this house in front of him, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone!

Translation: The August autumn wind roared loudly, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flew across the Huanhua Creek and scattered on the other side of the river, the thatch that flew high was wrapped around the high treetops, and the flying low fluttering sprinkled and sank into the low-lying pond.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so I snatched things in front of me like a thief, and blatantly ran into the bamboo forest with thatch. I couldn't stop drinking with all my tongue, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.

Soon the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky was overcast and foggy, and gradually darkened. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, it is cold and hard, like an iron plate, and the child does not sleep well and breaks the quilt. If it rains, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the raindrops keep leaking down like hemp.

Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have very little sleep time, and the long night is long, and the house is damp and dry, how can I survive until dawn?

How can we get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the poor scholars in the world, make them smile, and the houses are not moved by the wind and rain, and are as stable as mountains? Alas! When such a towering house appeared in front of me, it would be worth it even if my hut was blown by the autumn wind and I froze to death!

The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind - Du Fu.

The original text with pinyin is as follows:

In August, the autumn is high, the wind is angry, and I am covered with triple thatched on the roof.

bāyuèqiūgāofēngnùháo，juǎnwǒwūshǎngsānchóngmáo.

Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the higher one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats around the sinking pond pass.

máofēidùjiāngsǎjiāngjiāo,gāozhēguàjuànchǎngshāo.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side.

náncūnqúntóngqīwǒlǎowúlì,rěnnéngdùimiànwéidàozéi.

openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

gōngránbàomáorùzhúqù,chúngānkóuzàohūbùdé,gūilāiyǐzhàngzìtànxī.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness.

qǐngfēngdìngyūnmòsè,qiūtiānmòmòxiànghūnhè.

The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and the delicate child is vicious and cracked in the tread.

bùqīnduōniánlěngsìtiě,jiāoérèwòtàlǐliè.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been cut off.

chuángtóuwūlòuwūgānchù,yǔjiǎorúmáwèiduànjué.

Self-mourning, less sleep, long nights wet, why not!

zìjīngsāngluànsǎoshuìmián,chángyèzhānshīhéyóuchè!

Ande has tens of millions of mansions, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, and the wind and rain do not move, and they are as safe as mountains!

ndéguǎngshàqiānwàngjiān,dàbìtiānxiàhānshìjùhuānyán,fēngyǔbúdòngānrǔshān.

Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to be alone and frozen to death!

wūhū!héshīyǎnqiántūwùxiàncǐwū,wǔlúdúpòsòudòngsìyìzū.