an aged villager's funeral: hometown journey

i had reported the passing granny, Dai in family name, in my previous

twitter. yesterday her funeral held by her offspring. granny Dai is the wife

of an zhu, who passed earlier than her many years without any child, in the

village. she is a short and a bit fat woman, generally hospitable. she and

her husband adopted a girl, who married her neighbor in the village, 3th son

of a family with 3 sons and a daughter. so all the offspring of her

son-in-law and his relatives joined the funeral and mourning as her sons.

its in a long time my first time to witness a village funeral, and many

moments in the process when i shot photos and videos for the event i preview

the funeral of my past dad, whose funeral i missed and never assured all

went right. i many times felt would cry but my camera let me engaged. its

also likely my first performance in front of my countryside patriots since

my falling into madness several years ago, after so many years they seeing

me as the gifted and looked up in expectation of achievement, for i was

enrolled by a prodigious university, Nankai Univ., in China, first in the

history of zhudajiu, my hometown village. nowadays i really in broad view of

my world, and devoted to lead God's glory and sovereign on the land, as well

as the nation in my coming kingdom of 1109 years. in the days since my

return to the village, i really felt my Royal was inspired by the world that

belongs to me, not all the folks in the village, for i perceived so many

evil eyes and souls in the village, esp. the blood connected pals, who shown

lots of hatred toward my past dad and my old family. God surely let anyone

has his goal and pleasure of self-realization independently, but leader like

my past dad, should not be hated for his brilliance. only ill hearts and

hatreds-filled persons can do. i really saw in these days that God's glory

is the kind that its perfection never seen before on the earth, its just too

perfect to leave any dent of trifle or meaningfulless among men. it lasts

every moments and flashs like beam of light, flows across like breeze in a

pulse.

half of yesterday was in rain. it started soon after the coffin left the

square of the village and after i sorted photos and videos just shot in

front yard of my past dad's house, via my notebook and camera. it just so

auspicious for me, for i love rain, love baptism, love seeing Masheng rest

herself and girl lü in duty in the Sun's setting. i love the constrain rain

brings to too bustle persons and ceases to enjoy the superpower of the

nature. some women watched my photos, then all cooking utilities moved to my

dad's old house, and since them lots of villages busy in the house, cooking,

arranging, or watching my works on tv or web in my bedroom.



its a nice day, the daughter-in-law of my elder brother brought her webcam

to me and i succeeded to install it. my baby still in these days loathed to

talk with me, but i felt i can have more chance to talk with him and his

mother online.



ok, below is my works for the funeral, which also reminded me one of my

teacher, Daijun (in same family name of the past granny), whose fond on me

envied by my alumni including those scores in subjects higher than mine and

generally more important in class ( they told me later when i in college,

while i never felt the fond when i cramming myself for college entrance exam

and in depression), in my senior middle school, Huanggang Middle School.

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