Write an essay in the first person on The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind no

In the late autumn of August, the wind howled violently, and the wind 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 that flies low spills into the low-lying pools.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, and they couldn't bear to do a thief's thing in front of my eyes, and ran into the bamboo forest with the thatch without any scruples. It was useless for me to cry out so that my lips were dry, so I had to come back and lament my misfortune and the desolation of the world on crutches.

After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the late autumn was gloomy and misty, and gradually darkened. The cloth has been covered for many years, it is cold and hard, like an iron plate, and the child does not sleep well, kicking and kicking, and breaking the quilt. The roof is leaking, and there is no dry place at the head of the bed.

The raindrops like lines never stopped. Since the war, there has been very little time to sleep, the long nights are long, the house is leaking and the bed is wet, how can it survive until dawn!

How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally cover the poor people (scholars) in the world, and make them all laugh and laugh! The house is not shaken by wind and rain, and it is as stable as a mountain. Alas!

When did such a tall house appear in front of me, even if only my hut was blown open and I was willing to die of cold!

The wind was blowing incessantly, and the multi-layered thatch on the hut was blown away by the autumn wind. I was deeply anxious, but a group of children came and took the thatch away, and I cried out for a long time, and my lips were dry, but to no avail. It rained non-stop in the middle of the night, and the house leaked like a sieve, and there was no dry place.

When will you get a vast house? Let all the poor people in the world have a place to live.

In the middle of August, the wind howled and swept away several layers of thatch from 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 depths of 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!

It was late autumn in August and the wind was blowing.

Du roared angrily, put my house on the roof

The thatch has been blown away. There are several layers of thatch, like a fluttering balloon flying to the bank of the river, and the high-flying thatch is blown down by the wind on the trees, what should I do?

A group of children in Nancun came over to bully the old and weak, since they stole it in front of me, my thatch escaped, I desperately shouted to them, but they pretended not to hear and walked farther and farther, I shouted dryly, they did not stop, in desperation, I had to hang my head and stick to the crutches back to my dilapidated thatched house.

The day is always so long, and the long night is even harder. The quilt that has never been dried for many years has long been frozen as cold as iron, how can it be warm when it is covered? Back then, my child didn't sleep well, so he kicked a big hole in the quilt, and now only this tattered quilt remains.

The house had been washed away by the storm and had become dilapidated, leaking here and there, and the feet were like stepping on snowdrifts barefoot, and they couldn't sleep well. When will this long night come to an end?

When I think of the Anshi Rebellion and the suffering people! War is unforgiving, and if I had a million houses, I could let the poor who have nowhere to go spend their stormy nights here. Despite the winds blowing and the rain pouring down, it can also give the poor a place to stay.

If I did, how nice it would be! If I could get 10 million houses, I would think it would be worth it even if I froze to death.

The late autumn of August was bleak, and a thin old man in thin clothes and shabby stood in front ......of the door, looking so helpless in the cold late autumn

This old man is Du Fu. The thatched hut he had built not long ago was "taken away" by the strong wind of late autumn that covered the roof, leaving no trace ......

The wind is stronger. "Even the wind and the thatch laughed at me, --- I had just built that hut!" Du Fu was extremely annoyed. The wind seemed to hear Du Fu's heartfelt words, and it raged even more.

A group of children from Nancun bullied Du Fu for being old and having no strength. ruthlessly became a thief in front of him, and disappeared into the bamboo forest with thatch. The elderly Du Fu shouted dryly, and the naughty boys ignored it, and Du Fu sighed helplessly.

Maybe God really wanted to go against me, and the wind just now actually stopped. Du Fu held on to the pillar in front of the door and thought silently.

The wind stopped, black clouds rose everywhere, the gray sky became grayer and darker, and the maple leaves next to it fell to the ground, showing a bleak scene everywhere.

Du Fu turned around and went back to the house, his wife was sleeping, he reached out and touched the quilt, it was as cold as iron, and then he stretched out his head to look, "Oh my God, I actually broke the quilt, my child." Du Fu said to himself.

Suddenly, I felt a water or two on my face, and when I looked up, the thatched hut was leaking, and the head of the bed was all wet, and the dense raindrops were like twine without interruption. Du Fu put his hands in his sleeves, looking at everything in front of him, "When will such a day be a head", a sourness surged into Du Fu's heart.

Since the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu has rarely slept and the nights are so long for him!

At this time, Du Fu thought of people in the same situation as him, "How can there be a high-rise building?" Let people like me live in the world, where the wind does not blow, the rain does not rain, and it is as safe as Mount Tai? When! "Du Fu's heart is extremely complicated.

Hey, when will such a tall building be erected? Even if only my house is leaking, I am willing to freeze to death.

The big tree next to the house was rustling again, and it seemed that it was also fighting for Du Fu's encounter, rustling, and a maple leaf fell.

In the late autumn of August, the wind howled violently, and the wind 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, hangs high in the treetops, and the fluttering grass that flies low sinks into the low-lying ponds.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, and I couldn't bear to be a thief and steal things in front of me, so I ran into the bamboo forest with the thatch without any scruples. It was useless to have dry lips, so I had to come back, on crutches, and sigh to myself.

After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the late autumn was gray and gradually darkened. The cloth had been covered for many years, and it was cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child didn't sleep well and broke the quilt.

There was no dry place in the whole house, but it still rained like numbness. Since the war, there has been very little time to sleep, the long nights are long, the house is leaking and the bed is wet, how can it survive until dawn.

How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally shelter the poor scholars of the world, so that all of them can laugh and laugh, and (the houses) will not be shaken by the wind and rain, and will be as stable as a mountain? Alas! When did such a towering house appear in front of me, (even) only my hut was blown open, and I was willing to die of cold!