Sat with YingYing and her mother in the back of the car. We went to the cemetery. We climbed up the hill through rows of tombstones and YingYing's brother lit some josticks. Mother laid some fruit on top of the tomb and knelt down and bowed head to the ground three times. YingYing and her brother and father followed suit, Then we went to the burning field to set light to the papers and they said some things to their relatives in the sky. There were lots of other people there doing similar.
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