Winter has arrived, and less than half of the cinnabar-red palace walls are buried in the snow, and the tawny tiles are dyed white. The Chinese New Year is almost here, and it's time for him to come back to visit his family. After being separated for a year, I don't know if the border is in hardship, I don't know if he is living a satisfactory life, and I don't know if he has lost weight. I don't know if he misses me. The emperor leaned against the window, looking at the heavy snow outside, and thought to himself.
Intent: The emperor gained another kind of love and relief during his struggle in the court.