It's summer.

Everything grows wildly, birds chirp, and animals neigh and roar as if to protest against the enthusiasm of summer.

The scorching sun melted the earth, and the heat wave rolled in.

Five miles south of Qingshui City.

Mass graves are formed by deserted graves.

The more than one-meter-tall artemisia grass in the grave seems to announce that the cemetery has long been forgotten.

Further north of the mass grave is Qingshui Mountain.

Because of a clear spring in the mountains all year round

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