Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo. [Dichen is the name of a group of harems, which mainly focus on palace fighting. This book is also extracted from the theme of palace battles of this group. This book is launched in the name of this group.] A piece of imperial history that has been buried in the dust for thousands of years, a piece of poignant love,