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There are many graveyards on the mountain tops in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.