This poem is from his "Ma Wei", and the whole poem is as follows: Overseas people hear about Kyushu, and their lives are hanging by a thread. When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace. The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl. How did I spend the fourth period? I was an emperor, but not a son-in-law. I was with Mochow at night.
Ma Wei is an epic poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. There are two poems * * *, one is seven verses and the other is seven laws. Both of them take the stories of Li Longji (Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty) and Yang Yuhuan (Imperial concubine) as lyrical objects, and the poems imply the author's strong criticism of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Legend has it that besides Kyushu, there is also Kyushu. I'm afraid their fate in this life is over, but the fate of the afterlife is still unknown. Being together and being apart, who knows? Recalling that Ming Chengzu was temporarily stationed in Mawei, the sound of the Golden Temple came from the air, but he could never see the prosperity of the palace again. In just a few days, things have changed. Who would have thought that Yu Yan was empty? Ma Wei defected, and the Sixth Army refused to send her, just to force Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty to order the disposal of Yang Guifei. Ironically, on Tanabata, they laughed that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl could only meet once a year, but they could be together for a lifetime. That night's day, just like that day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl laughed and laughed in the Palace of Eternal Life. But even the cowherd and the weaver girl are not as good as each other. If you want to be an emperor for more than forty years, you can't even protect your beloved. If I had known this, I might as well be Mo Chounv of Lujia.
How did I spend the fourth period? I was an emperor, but not a son-in-law. I was with Mochow at night. It's sad that a generation of emperors couldn't even protect their loved ones. People not only lament that things are impermanent, but this poem is also widely circulated.