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In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,Poor families, unable to afford coffins, often wrap their deceased in straw mats or use a few pieces of wood as makeshift coffins. These are coincidentally yellow, hence the association of yellow coffins with the impoverished.,"You little beast, get lost! Running around in the middle of the night through these desolate mountains and graveyards, deliberately trying to scare your old master!"。

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