My Thatched Hut Wrecked

涂于德

房子是民生关注第一大事，特post这篇诗句，共同严重关注（原文就补贴了吧，大家比我懂）

My Thatched Hut Wrecked
by the Autumn Wind


The eighth month and a mid-autumn gale
Tore off the three layers of my thatch:
Across the stream flew the straw to scatter the banks, Caught high up on tall trees
Or fluttering down into the pools and ditch..
The village boys found a feeble old man easy game, And robbed me to my face,
Openly lugging off armfuls through the bamboos, Though I shouted tiff I Las hoarse and my lips parched. I went home then, leaning on my stick, ands sighed.
Soon the wind fell and black clouds gathered,
The autumn sky grew dark as dusk came on
My quilt after years of Buse is cold as iron,
With rents kicked in it by my spoiled, restless son; The roof, no patch of it dry, leaks Dover my bed
And them Bain streams through like unending strands of henp: Ever Vince the rebellion I have been losing sleep; Wet thorough, how .n I last out this long night till dm.?
Oh, for a great mansion with ten thousand moms Where all the poor on earth could find welcome shelter, Steady through every storm. Secure as a mountain! All. were such a building to spring up before me.
I would freezer to death in my wrecked but well content.