Ancient poems or poems about bad luck describing many catastrophic changes that have happened in a short period of time

The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The winds of the August Autumn were so loud and furious that they rolled up the three-fold thatch on my house. The thatched roof is flying across the river and spilling out into the outskirts of the river, the taller one hanging over the hanging net at the top of the long forest, and the lower one drifting around the sunken pond.

The children in the southern village bullied me into being old and powerless, so I could bear to go across the street and become a thief. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.

The winds of the day were so strong that the clouds were dark, and the fall was so dark that the sky was dark. The coverlet has been cold as iron for many years, and the child is lying on the floor. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said. I've had a lot of sleep since I've been in mourning, so I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to get through the night.

We have ten million rooms in a wide building, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, the wind and rain do not move as well as a mountain. When will you see this house, my hut alone is also enough to suffer frosty death!

Translation:

August in the depths of autumn, the wind was furious, the wind rolled away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatch flew about, crossed the Raccoon Flower Stream, and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch was twisted around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch fluttered and sank into the ponds and puddles.

A group of children in the southern village bullied me into old age and lack of strength, and even tolerated such a face to face as "thieves" to rob things, without fear of holding the thatched grass and ran into the bamboo forest. I dry lips can not stop drinking, back on crutches, alone sigh.

After a while the wind stopped, the sky clouds as black as ink, the late fall sky gloomy and misty gradually black down. The cloth quilt cover for many years, cold and hard, like iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good, the quilt stirred broken.

When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house, and the rainwater on the roof keeps coming down like twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little time to sleep, and the nights are long, and the roof leaks and the bed is wet, so how can I get through to dawn?

How can I get ten million spacious and tall houses to universally shelter the poor readers in the world, so that they can laugh and smile, and the houses will not be moved in the wind and rain, and will be as stable as mountains? Alas! When will such towering houses appear before my eyes, then even if my hut is broken by the autumn winds, I myself will be willing to die of cold!

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The Background of "The Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Winds"

This poem was written in the August of 761 A.D. (the second year of the Shangyuan reign of Emperor Suzong of Tang Dynasty). In the fall of 759 A.D. (the second year of Qianyuan of Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty), Du Fu abandoned his official post and went to Qinzhou (present-day Tianshui of Gansu Province), and then moved to Baling via Tonggu (present-day Chengxian of Gansu Province).

In the spring of 760 A.D. (the third year of the Qianyuan era), Du Fu begged his friends and relatives to build a thatched cottage by the Raccoon River in Chengdu, so that he finally had a place to stay.

Unexpectedly, in August, 761 A.D. (the second year of the reign of the first Emperor), a gale broke through the hut, and heavy rain followed. At that time, the Anshi Rebellion has not yet subsided, the poet by their own encounter associated with the war since the party more difficult to sleep for a long night, a thousand feelings, wrote this popular poem.

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