One evening in the autumn of 1970, it was already dark. Zheng Yuqian climbed up to a barren hill not far from Yangjia'an. When he heard the sound of a woman crying not far in front of him, Zheng Yuqian couldn't help but panic.
This is a mass grave. The mountain is covered with oaks and pine trees. Wherever the wind passes, there is a "clatter" and a "wow" whistle.
It seemed like many people were applauding, laughing, and a group of people were crying.
However, the sun has already set in the west, there is no moon, the stars are blinking in fear, and there is no one on the barren mountain except those buried underground.
This sound is particularly scary. The crickets are playing the trembling sound of the piano, near or far, with one or two green lights flashing from time to time.
Are they the eyes of a wolf in the night, or a will-o'-the-wisp?
Intention: both true and illusory, both ghost and fairy