From the husband's perspective, the novel traces the beautiful life of him and his deceased wife: This is the seventy-second year of my life. At this age, I realize that life is like a dream. Really, life is like a dream. In the morning, I saw a piece of falling autumn leaves on the branches, and suddenly I lamented that life is just like a big dream. When it comes, it will be picked up with dirt, and when it goes, it will be picked up by dirt. Fortunately, my life was upright, my family was happy, my children and grandchildren were happy, and I had nothing to lose or owe. If the time comes, at least I can pass away without worries. Deep down in my heart, the only thing I miss the most is my wife who died ten years ago. She is gone, but she has left traces everywhere in my life. Opening my eyes is the mark she left in the room, and closing my eyes is the beauty of our youth. The love is deep, and the thoughts are endless day and night. I think that we must have been destined in the past life, and we will definitely meet in the next life. I was most afraid of meeting each other in the next life as if we were strangers, so I wanted to imitate my predecessor Jiang Tan's "Autumn Lantern Reminiscences" to narrate the life events of I and my deceased wife. A hundred years later, I asked my descendants to remember that there is no need to clean up the ashes of tears, but to burn this book and be buried together in the grave with me. The water of Wangchuan River and the soup of Meng Po will hardly make lovers forget each other.
Concept: The true form of life and love is mutual support