Ill-fated is my poem Precious Sword in its strife;
I'll be a vagabond till the end of my life.
Yellow leaves still suffer much in the wind and rain
While in blue chambers nobles themselves entertain.
Biased customs have my new friends unjustly hit;
My old acquaintances leave me as fated have it.
Now I long to have Xin Feng wine for a good drink;
It may cost dear but it helps my heart not to sink.
Li Shangyin, Wind and Rain.