The dim sky, the sunset in the west, the weeds on the hillside where weeds regrow, the breeze ruffles the weeds.

There was a man squatting on the ground, his hands covering his eyes, and around him, eight or nine adults held hands and circled around him.

Nearby, a group of children clapped their hands and sang happily.

"Cage sew, cage sew!"

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