Zhang Ye was also gone!
This poem was not as easily understandable as the modern poems that Zhang Ye had previously recited. Many people did not understand on the first listen, but this did not mean that the poem was obscure. After some thinking, everyone understood it!
This poem was describing Zhang Ye’s feelings at the moment!
Before I had even dared to rise up? Bad luck had risen up, so what good things could he wish for?
My head was already struck? He lied in bed, not even daring to turn his body, but his head was still struck.
Even on the streets, he had to cover his face with a worn-out hat, afraid of others seeing him, so as not to cause trouble for himself. He was like sitting in a leaky boat, going in circles in the middle of a river, with the risk of drowning. Against the denunciations, swearing and cursing of enemies, I choose to face them coldly. I’ll do as I wish. Against the masses, I don’t mind being an ox, letting them lead me in any way.
Wasn’t this all describing Zhang Ye himself?