"I have been with my husband for nearly twenty years, nineteen years of spring and autumn. I don't know when I will see you again. I thank you for your kindness. I have traveled to the battlefield. Among the many bones, there may be a beautiful bone of A Li. I have not seen him since. If we meet again in the future, I only hope that my husband will hold a peony and insert it on the grave, so that A Li can appreciate the prosperity of Ye City again..."
Later... Hundreds of years passed, and the lights were flourishing under the flowers in Chang'an.
He walked towards her step by step, with fireworks and firecrackers behind him dotting the night sky. He held gorgeous peonies in his hand and arranged them on her temples: "There are no more peonies in Ali Yecheng. I have traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers. Now only the peonies of Chang'an can be called beautiful..."