Last Qingming Festival, I remember the day vividly. The tombs were swept, and offerings were made to our ancestors. The cemeteries were bustling with people, and the air was filled with the scent of incense and the sound of paper money burning. It was a day of respect and remembrance, a time to honor the past and cherish the memories of those we have lost.
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