The women in the Jinlou are like the gorgeous peach blossoms, blooming in colorful and gorgeous ways, attracting swarms of bees and butterflies to cling to them and whisper about their secret ecstasy. But after this beautiful season, the coquettish peach blossoms were covered by the sparse spring scenery in the courtyard and ended regretfully. The once most dazzling position was replaced by others. The bees and butterflies left in droves, leaving only the lonely tears.