\tSong of My Cottage Unroofed By Autumn Gales
\tDu Fu
\t\u8305\u5c4b\u4e3a\u79cb\u98ce\u6240\u7834\u6b4c<\/p>\n
\t\u516b\u6708\u79cb\u9ad8\u98ce\u6012\u53f7
\t\u5377\u6211\u5c4b\u4e0a\u4e09\u91cd\u8305
\t\u8305\u98de\u5ea6\u6c5f\u6d12\u6c5f\u90ca
\t\u9ad8\u8005\u6302\u7f65\u957f\u6797\u68a2
\t\u4e0b\u8005\u98d8\u8f6c\u6c89\u5858\u5773
\t\u5357\u6751\u7fa4\u7ae5\u6b3a\u6211\u8001\u65e0\u529b
\t\u5fcd\u80fd\u5bf9\u9762\u4e3a\u76d7\u8d3c
\t\u516c\u7136\u62b1\u8305\u5165\u7af9\u53bb
\t\u5507\u7126\u53e3\u71e5\u547c\u4e0d\u5f97
\t\u5f52\u6765\u501a\u6756\u81ea\u53f9\u606f
\t\u4fc4\u9877\u98ce\u5b9a\u4e91\u58a8\u8272
\t\u79cb\u5929\u6f20\u6f20\u5411\u660f\u9ed1
\t\u5e03\u887e\u591a\u5e74\u51b7\u4f3c\u94c1
\t\u9a84\u513f\u6076\u5367\u8e0f\u91cc\u88c2
\t\u5e8a\u5e8a\u5c4b\u6f0f\u65e0\u5e72\u5904
\t\u96e8\u811a\u5982\u9ebb\u672a\u65ad\u7edd
\t\u81ea\u7ecf\u4e27\u4e71\u5c11\u7761\u7720
\t\u957f\u591c\u6cbe\u6e7f\u4f55\u7531\u5f7b
\t\u5b89\u5f97\u5e7f\u53a6\u5343\u4e07\u95f4
\t\u5927\u5e87\u5929\u4e0b\u5bd2\u58eb\u4ff1\u6b22\u989c
\t\u98ce\u96e8\u4e0d\u52a8\u5b89\u5982\u5c71
\t\u545c\u547c\u4f55\u65f6\u773c\u524d\u7a81\u5140\u89c1\u6b64\u5c4b
\t\u543e\u5e90\u72ec\u7834\u53d7\u51bb\u6b7b\u4ea6\u8db3 máo w\u016b wèi qi\u016b f\u0113ng su\u01d2 pò g\u0113<\/p>\n
\tb\u0101 yuè qi\u016b g\u0101o f\u0113ng nù háo
\tju\u01cen w\u01d2 w\u016b shàng s\u0101n chóng máo
\tmáo f\u0113i dù ji\u0101ng s\u01ce ji\u0101ng ji\u0101o
\tg\u0101o zh\u011b guà juàn cháng lín sh\u0101o
\txià zh\u011b pi\u0101o zhu\u01cen chén táng \u0101o
\tnán c\u016bn qún tóng q\u012b w\u01d2 l\u01ceo wú lì
\tr\u011bn néng duì miàn wéi dào zéi
\tg\u014dng rán bào máo rù zhú qù
\tchún ji\u0101o k\u01d2u zào h\u016b bù dé
\tgu\u012b lái y\u01d0 zhàng zì tàn x\u012b
\té q\u01d0ng f\u0113ng dìng yún mò sè
\tqi\u016b ti\u0101n mò mò xiàng h\u016bn h\u0113i
\tbù q\u012bn du\u014d nián l\u011bng sì ti\u011b
\tji\u0101o ér è wò tà l\u01d0 liè
\tchuáng chuáng w\u016b lòu wú g\u0101n ch\u01d4
\ty\u01d4 ji\u01ceo rú má wèi duàn jué
\tzì j\u012bng s\u0101ng luàn sh\u01ceo shuì mián
\tcháng yè zh\u0101n sh\u012b hé yóu chè
\t\u0101n dé gu\u01ceng shà qi\u0101n wàn ji\u0101n
\tdà bì ti\u0101n xià hán shì j\u016b hu\u0101n yán
\tf\u0113ng y\u01d4 bú dòng \u0101n rú sh\u0101n
\tw\u016b h\u016b hé shí y\u01cen qián t\u016b wù jiàn c\u01d0 w\u016b
\twú lú dú pò shòu dòng s\u01d0 yì zú Eight month autumn high wind angry howl
\tSweep off my house on three layers thatch
\tThatch fly across river sprinkle river beside
\tHigh ones catch stick great forest top
\tLow ones float turn sink pool hollow
\tSouth village mob children bully me old without strength
\tBear able to face to steal be robbers
\tOpenly carry thatch into bamboo go
\tLips burnt mouth dry call not succeed
\tReturn come lean on cane self sigh
\tSoon shortly wind calm cloud ink colour
\tAutumn sky overcast direction dark black
\tCotton cover many years cold like iron
\tBeloved children badly lie kick in split
\tBed bed room leak no dry place
\tDense rain like hemp not yet stop sever
\tSelf path lose disorder little sleep sleep
\tLong night wet wet what cause throughout
\tIf get broad mansion 1000 10,000 rooms
\tGreat shelter world poor scholar together joy
\tWind rain not move peace like hills
\tOh when see before sudden see this house
\tMy hut alone broken suffer freeze to death and satisfied In the eighth month autumn's high winds angrily howl,
\tAnd sweep three layers of thatch from off my house.
\tThe straw flies over the river, where it scatters,
\tSome is caught and hangs high up in the treetops,
\tSome floats down and sinks into the ditch.
\tThe urchins from the southern village bully me, weak as I am;
\tThey're cruel enough to rob me to my face,
\tOpenly, they carry the straw into the bamboo.
\tMy mouth and lips are dry from pointless calling,
\tI lean again on my cane and heave a sigh.
\tThe wind soon calms, and the clouds turn the colour of ink;
\tThe autumn sky has turned completely black.
\tMy ancient cotton quilt is cold as iron,
\tMy darling children sleep badly, and kick it apart.
\tThe roof leaks over the bed- there's nowhere dry,
\tThe rain falls thick as hemp, and without end.
\tLost amid disorder, I hardly sleep,
\tWet through, how can I last the long nights!
\tIf I could get a mansion with a thousand, ten thousand rooms,
\tA great shelter for all the world's scholars, together in joy,
\tSolid as a mountain, the elements could not move it.
\tOh! If I could see this house before me,
\tI'd happily freeze to death in my broken hut! <\/p>\n