the coffin held in the square for rebunding, also the offspring of the past shown their mournings to the past, also the moment the villagers witness the wax and wane of families.
nowadays villager in China more and more pay more attention to tradition, and spent more on funeral. music performance, fireworks and cracks, singer, lots of new methods adopted.
the coffin carried barely by youth to the village square to re-bund, where the village hall stands.
after long waits, the coffin roughly wrapped by specific rope carried by youth leaving the old house of the past.
my dad's old house had been surrounded by evil minded follower villagers. but the most precious asset, the broad front yard paved by mostly large stones, made by my dad when he worked, is almost intact even the front side sliding under evil power. here is the introduction.
my hometown, Central China, is a rain plenty place. it rained just shown welcome in the first day on my arrival. then drizzled in night. i usually blessed by my God if i was in move by love, or the evils trying to dirt my ground. the rain in my hometown usually heavy, can flow on ground like stream. its so nice to see u again when i m in the first year of my 40s.