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.