Du Fu — "My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch."
My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch.
My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch.
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"The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief."
"The war has turned my hair white, but the wine turns it black again."
"The river's blue, the bird a perfect white, The mountain green with flowers about to blaze. I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?"
"At the grand vermillion gates, wine and meat spoils, while the road outside is paved with frozen bones."
"My darling son now will not leave my knee, He's scared that I will go away again."
From '茅屋为秋风所破歌' (My Thatched Roof Is Torn by Autumn Winds), a strangely specific grievance.
Date: 760
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