Although my body doesn't have wings like a bright phoenix, which poet's poem is this?

From an untitled poem by Li Shangyin, the whole poem is: Last night's star, last night's wind, in the west of the studio, east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. I like Li Shangyin best. His poems are very unforgettable. ...