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安得广厦千万间

大庇天下寒士俱欢颜 风雨不动安如山

呜呼!眼前何时突兀见此屋 吾庐独破受冻死亦足

My Cottage Unroofed By Autumn Gales

In the eighth moon the autumn gales furiously howl; Urchins Southern Village know I'm old and weak;

They rob me to my face without a blush on cheek And holding armfuls of straw, into bamboos sneak. In vain I call them till my lips are parched and dry; Again alone, I lean on my cane and sigh.

Shortly the gale subsides and clouds turn dark as ink; The autumn skies are shrouded and in darkness sink. My cotton quilt is cold; for years it has been worn; My restless children kick in sleep and it is torn. The roof leaks o'er beds, leaving no corner dry;

Without cease the rain falls thick and fast from the sky. After the troubled times troubled has been my sleep. Wet though, how can I pass the night so long, so deep!

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles,

I'd house all scholars poor and make them beam with smiles. In wind and rain these mansions would stand like mountains hAlas! Should these house appear before my eye, Frozen in my unroofed cot, content I'd die.