the only pig nearby, eating his own.
drizzle gathered on stone stool.

| From Still lifes (3) ∑ hometown journey |
| From Still lifes (3) ∑ hometown journey |
it has been more than a week since i update my album here. i recently surfed lately in night, so gotup later than usual. these days frequent cloudy days, so i can work in open air in my dad's house' front yard for more than 7 hours or so. there r also raining days. last sunset when i sang a love song, it drizzled, from a sunny day. this morning before i gotup it rained and continued since them. i worked in my bedroom under lamp most of the day, busy with fine tuned the background picture of my family twitter accounts, and i think its rewarding. i got break till after 3pm and satisfied. after rested some time i decided to blog it, and update my album with shots, mostly still life in the rain.
those days i also spent lots of time got myself familiar with the expanding service of qq, a domestic mainstream service provider. i also fine tuned my microblog with 3 domestic sp, ie. qq's taotao, jiwai.de, fanfou.com, founding can update all of them via qq's signature. i also setup my cellphone, so as to post on the move, and autopost to other microblog portal, including my twitter.
i do anything under God's guide. still, i got revenge from my nephew, who i love best among the next generation of my old family. i started to comment on his blog at qzone, a service of qq, when he complained pains of losing a love, then he silenced, till recently he practicing in remote province before his graduation. this time he despised love and friendship. i commented that they do exist and should be cherished. i told him he in God's fond. that ignite his revenge. he didn't deleted all posting, but changed his homepage with picture of sword and titled it "killing". i never forget anything i did, but i surely see the gaps between the faith and the person self-contented in material world.
ok, its a peaceful night, and the rain likely stopped. i thank u, Masheng, let me the baptism and time to linger indoor and watch the rain. its really too beautiful.
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the only pig nearby, eating his own.
drizzle gathered on stone stool.
the same video on facebook.
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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 l? 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.family of neighbor.
the road to zhudajiu, my hometown village.
i was asked to visit my elder sisters' home before i arrived my hometown. so, after stayed at hometown village, zhudajiu, for more than a week, i visited Tianzhen, the town i haunted when i studied in junior middle school some mile away, and my past eldest sister lived near the town when then worker class in China society in rural area still domineer and enviable. all my sisters married in the town but i most missing my eldest sister, who once the proud of my old family, and commit suicide by jumping into Changjiang river in a dawn after quarreled with her husband when her 2 children still in their childhood. that's the bravest deed i ever known. so many year i still got courage from her, knowing that one thing anyone can pick, death.
日期:2009-5-1