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... mixed woods, lies a group of graves quietly. Among them, one stands alone, away from the others, not surrounded by miscellaneous trees, but by a few pear trees.
Within the lunar month of March, the pear blossoms are in full swing, clusters of white flowers densely packed like clouds or snow, with a faint fragrance that is sweet and distant.
Wang Lianfa used a handkerchief to wipe the tears off his mother’s face, softly comforting her, "Mother, stop crying. Seeing you like this, ...
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