Conversations with God

"Conversations with God" series delves into the relationship between man and God, capturing my realization of God's true existence and illustrating my journey of seeking life's meaning through art.

Through the unique vision bestowed upon me by God, I use various beautiful filters to reveal the hidden beauties of everyday life that go unnoticed by the ordinary eye. In this series of works, repulsive garbage piles, chicken bones left after meals, and oil droplets floating in soup bowls all become beautiful images through which I praise God. In the process of creating this series, I have grasped some very profound theological issues, such as destiny and free will, the separation between humans and God, and so forth. I even pose my questions to God through my works, asking if all things have a spirit.

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The background of this picture is an enlarged image of a leaf. The foreground is garbage from our building, a pile of weathered plastic rope and a small piece of wire. When I was taking pictures, the wind blew, and the weathered rope was blown away a lot, forming the image you see.

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The background of this image is the surface of a roadside electrical box, and the foreground is the bonsai we planted at home.

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The background of this image is a broken wall, and the foreground is the flowers planted by the downstairs neighbor.

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The background of this image is the road surface.

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The background of this image is a corner of a construction site enclosure. The foreground is dried sponge gourd leaves and roadside wildflowers.

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The background of this picture is a failed fusion image, and the foreground is a dragon fruit and an egg flower.

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The background of this picture is a wild wasteland, and the foreground is flowers and grass taken in the park.

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The background of this image is a broken wall.

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The background of this picture is the wall of a building.

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The background of this image is a failed fusion image.

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The background of this picture is the wall of a shop, and the foreground is roadside weeds.

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The background of this image is a construction site under renovation, as well as weeds growing on the construction site.

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The background of this picture is the pattern of fallen leaves on the road. It was a scene I saw on my way home from grocery shopping.

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The background of this picture is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is a wild grass at the bank entrance.

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The background of this picture is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is roadside weeds.

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The background of this picture is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is roadside vegetation.

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The background of this picture is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is wild grass in our flowerpot.

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The background of this picture is a cloud image in the sky, and the foreground is flowers and grass in the garden.

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The background of this picture is a failed fusion image, and the foreground is a tree branch picked up on the roadside and a "mooncake monster" squeezed while eating mooncakes (for more details, see the introduction of y-27).

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The background of this picture is the surface of discarded bricks on the roof, and the foreground is the neighbor's dragon fruit that is about to die.

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The background of this image is the surface of the roof's insulation layer, along with the garbage discarded on the roof, and the foreground is the flowers in the roadside green belt.

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This image is of moss dried up on the roof and wild grass by the roadside.

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The background of this image is the surface of the roof's insulation layer, and the foreground is a duck-shaped clump that resembles bird feces and the sponge gourd we planted at home. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this image is the ground, and the foreground is a picked-up stone and wild grass.

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The background of this image is the wooden wall of a store being renovated.

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The background of this image is a wild wasteland, and the foreground is underdeveloped peas planted by the upstairs neighbors. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this picture is the wall of the downstairs store, and the foreground is two mooncakes. One day I passed by the bakery downstairs and saw two beautifully shaped and exquisitely packaged mooncakes with a high price tag. I thought they must be very delicious, so I bought them home. As they were too beautiful, I thought it would be a pity to eat them, so I took pictures to commemorate. Unexpectedly, they tasted terrible. I muttered to myself while eating, "How can there be something so hard to eat". Meanwhile, my hand instinctively pinched the mooncake filling, as if I found the feeling of playing with mud to make animals when I was a child. So I squeezed and took pictures, and this formed a series of works I call "Mooncake Monsters".

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The background of this image is the surface of the power box, and the foreground is the branches drooping down from the roadside tree.

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This image is of "Mooncake Monster" (for more details, see the introduction of y-27) and wild grass.

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This picture shows the underdeveloped peas planted by the neighbor.

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This image is of "Mooncake Monster" (for more details, see the introduction of y-27) and a branch picked up on the roadside.

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This image is of "Mooncake Monster" (for more details, see the introduction of y-27) and the flowers we planted at home.

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This image is of "Mooncake Monster" (for more details, see the introduction of y-27) and the flowers sold in the flower shop.

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The background of this image is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is a jujube that split in half when peeled.

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The background of this image is a tree stump on the roadside grassland.

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This image is of a wall painted over. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this picture is a cloud image in the sky, and the foreground is plants planted by the neighbors. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this image is a weathered, abandoned warning sign in the park, and the foreground is "Mooncake Monster" (for more details, see the introduction of y-27) and underdeveloped bitter gourd.

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The background of this image is the surface of the railings of an old wooden bridge, and the foreground is weeds in the home flowerpot.

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The background of this image is the surface of the railings of an old wooden bridge, and the foreground is grass in the green belt and our own bonsai.

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The background of this image is the surface of the insulation layer on the upper floor, and the foreground is wild grass in our flowerpot.

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This image is of wild wasteland and wild grass.

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This image is of roadside trees, our own home-grown hollow vegetables, and purchased chestnuts. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this image is a broken wall by the roadside, the left foreground is leaves blown into a pile by the wind, and in the middle is a work where AI failed to cut out the image.

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This image is of the surface of a discarded stone and wild grass. This image is also a discussion with God about the question that all things have spirits.

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The background of this image is a broken wall.

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The background of this image is the surface of the ceramic tiles on the wall of a kindergarten, and the foreground is the flowers and fruits planted by the neighbors.

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The background of this image is a broken table surface.

y-49 "Thanking for the Meal"

I am a free Christian. Originally, I looked down upon all kinds of seemingly boring religious rituals, such as the prayer of thanks before meals. However, one day I suddenly realized that "In the name of Jesus Christ" might be a spell to invoke the power of the Holy Spirit. So, I decided to try this traditional ritual of thanking for meals. But during the prayer, I found that I couldn't focus my attention on thanking for the food, instead, there was an inner need to change the molecular structure of the food. This might be because of my subconscious distrust of the food safety in our country. Later, I tried to bless the food "in the name of Jesus". But the blessing was just a verbal expression, in fact, in my mind, I imagined the Holy Spirit changing the molecular or atomic structure of the food I was eating, so that the blessed food would make me healthy. I felt good about this self-created religious ritual, so I would bless the food before meals as long as I remember. One morning, as I was blessing the bun in this picture, a picture suddenly emerged in my mind, which was a flowering plant growing out of the bun I was eating. I decided to create this image, hence the foreground of this picture. I am very satisfied with this painting guided by God, so I shared it with my son. Because the background I used was a light gray pure color, my son said it was ugly, because there was no background. I decided to find the most suitable background image for this picture, but I couldn't find it for more than half a year. One day, I opened this picture again to give it another try. I accidentally clicked on a switch I had never discovered in my frequently used drawing software, and found that I could also add a gradient color background. I opened the black and white gradient color in this picture. The moment the background and the foreground of this picture combined, I immediately realized that this was the background God wanted to choose for this painting. In the darkness on both sides, the light from heaven shines on the food and flowering plants. I blurted out the name of this painting as "Thanking for the Meal".

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The background of this image is a cement ground, and the foreground is the neighbor's cat communicating with a plant.

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The background of this image is the ground next to a stone in the botanical garden, which I particularly like.

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The background of this image is the surface of a stone in the botanical garden. One night, on my way to buy buns at the bun shop, I passed by a small flower bed maintained by the municipal greening department. I suddenly found a small patch of very beautiful plants in the flower bed. The downward-pointing triangle shape caught my eye, but I only had a very ordinary mobile phone with me and the light was already insufficient. I didn't know if this phone could capture this beautiful plant, but fearing that this beauty would be fleeting, I still tried to capture it. Sure enough, when I passed by the next day, I found that the flowers had been uprooted. This is the foreground of this image.

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This image is of the grassland in the botanical garden and the weeds growing on it.

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In this image, a plant sprouts suddenly in a void made up of different lights, which reminds me of God's creation, i.e., creating something out of nothing.

y-55"Fallen Leaves at Home"

y-55 to y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home": All five photos in "Fallen Leaves at Home" were taken on my home terrace. It was a day in the summer of 2022 when our community was suddenly locked down. All residents were forbidden to leave their homes except for daily nucleic acid testing at a designated time and place. A neighbor, whose house was separated from mine by one building, couldn't even go downstairs for the test. The occurrence of this event was without any notification or announcement. Neighbors could only guess that a positive case was detected in the building that couldn't go downstairs for the test. The lockdown of the community has happened many times in the city where I live, so I was very calm during the first three days. When I went downstairs for the test and waited in line, I would sneak pictures of the flowers planted by my neighbors (the control staff did not allow us to take pictures, fearing cross-contamination). We spent three peaceful days like this, and everyone's test results were negative.

On the fourth day at noon, I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a noise downstairs. I saw a crowd of people in protective clothing gathering under the building rumored to have a positive case. Many buses were parked on the opposite road. I quickly checked the WeChat group of the community residents and saw many people asking what had happened. The government control staff in the group did not explain anything and just told everyone to stay put and wait for notification. Once notified to move for quarantine, they must comply and not resist. They even said that based on their experience, those who leave first might still have a hotel to stay in, those who leave later might be sent to the cabin hospital, and those who resist would be directly arrested. I later learned that in order to ensure the smooth transfer of people in the entire building, the ratio of control staff to transfer staff was about 1:3, i.e., one policeman "escorted" three transfer personnel. The government control staff straightforwardly said in the WeChat group: "This is to prevent you from escaping."

Then I saw the messages posted by the transferred neighbors in the WeChat group. The doors and windows of the hotel had been sealed with wooden bars, and there was an unpleasant smell inside, and the bedding was also unclean. At this point, almost all the people who had not been transferred became nervous because they didn't know what had happened. It was already the fourth day of risk control, and everyone's nucleic acid test was negative. According to the control policies we knew, there shouldn't be a situation where people were transferred. Everyone asked the government control staff in the group. The control staff said they didn't know what had happened, and they were just executors of orders. The orders came from a government epidemic prevention command system. They did whatever the system told them to do. I suddenly felt a chill. I thought, what if the system has a bug and orders you to kill us, then we would die unjustly.

In the following days, I completely lost my previous calm and became frightened and anxious. I even vaguely felt what people in Nazi concentration camps felt. There were no standards, no explanations, no communication, only absolute obedience. In fact, we were all very cooperative with the quarantine, but the key is to give us some policy standards and explanations, otherwise, we all felt like lambs to be slaughtered with no control over our future.

After watching my neighbors being "escorted" away, I couldn't sleep anymore. I sat alone on the terrace, seeing a lot of fallen leaves scattered on the ground from the tree the bird planted for me (a tree that grew naturally, not one I purchased). The sunlight shone through the railing and cast onto the fallen leaves, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere, which strongly contrasted with my state of mind. So, I took pictures of these beautiful moments with my phone and turned them into images to serve as my tranquillizers, as I was genuinely afraid of being transferred to some filthy place at any moment. I was worried that my fragile nervous and immune systems would make me seriously ill due to the inability to adapt. In the end, we neither received any explanation nor were transferred, but I still fell ill after the lockdown was lifted due to excessive tension.

y-56 "Fallen Leaves at Home"

y-55 to y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home": All five photos in "Fallen Leaves at Home" were taken on my home terrace. It was a day in the summer of 2022 when our community was suddenly locked down. All residents were forbidden to leave their homes except for daily nucleic acid testing at a designated time and place. A neighbor, whose house was separated from mine by one building, couldn't even go downstairs for the test. The occurrence of this event was without any notification or announcement. Neighbors could only guess that a positive case was detected in the building that couldn't go downstairs for the test. The lockdown of the community has happened many times in the city where I live, so I was very calm during the first three days. When I went downstairs for the test and waited in line, I would sneak pictures of the flowers planted by my neighbors (the control staff did not allow us to take pictures, fearing cross-contamination). We spent three peaceful days like this, and everyone's test results were negative.

On the fourth day at noon, I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a noise downstairs. I saw a crowd of people in protective clothing gathering under the building rumored to have a positive case. Many buses were parked on the opposite road. I quickly checked the WeChat group of the community residents and saw many people asking what had happened. The government control staff in the group did not explain anything and just told everyone to stay put and wait for notification. Once notified to move for quarantine, they must comply and not resist. They even said that based on their experience, those who leave first might still have a hotel to stay in, those who leave later might be sent to the cabin hospital, and those who resist would be directly arrested. I later learned that in order to ensure the smooth transfer of people in the entire building, the ratio of control staff to transfer staff was about 1:3, i.e., one policeman "escorted" three transfer personnel. The government control staff straightforwardly said in the WeChat group: "This is to prevent you from escaping."

Then I saw the messages posted by the transferred neighbors in the WeChat group. The doors and windows of the hotel had been sealed with wooden bars, and there was an unpleasant smell inside, and the bedding was also unclean. At this point, almost all the people who had not been transferred became nervous because they didn't know what had happened. It was already the fourth day of risk control, and everyone's nucleic acid test was negative. According to the control policies we knew, there shouldn't be a situation where people were transferred. Everyone asked the government control staff in the group. The control staff said they didn't know what had happened, and they were just executors of orders. The orders came from a government epidemic prevention command system. They did whatever the system told them to do. I suddenly felt a chill. I thought, what if the system has a bug and orders you to kill us, then we would die unjustly.

In the following days, I completely lost my previous calm and became frightened and anxious. I even vaguely felt what people in Nazi concentration camps felt. There were no standards, no explanations, no communication, only absolute obedience. In fact, we were all very cooperative with the quarantine, but the key is to give us some policy standards and explanations, otherwise, we all felt like lambs to be slaughtered with no control over our future.

After watching my neighbors being "escorted" away, I couldn't sleep anymore. I sat alone on the terrace, seeing a lot of fallen leaves scattered on the ground from the tree the bird planted for me (a tree that grew naturally, not one I purchased). The sunlight shone through the railing and cast onto the fallen leaves, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere, which strongly contrasted with my state of mind. So, I took pictures of these beautiful moments with my phone and turned them into images to serve as my tranquillizers, as I was genuinely afraid of being transferred to some filthy place at any moment. I was worried that my fragile nervous and immune systems would make me seriously ill due to the inability to adapt. In the end, we neither received any explanation nor were transferred, but I still fell ill after the lockdown was lifted due to excessive tension.

y-57 "Fallen Leaves at Home"

y-55 to y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home": All five photos in "Fallen Leaves at Home" were taken on my home terrace. It was a day in the summer of 2022 when our community was suddenly locked down. All residents were forbidden to leave their homes except for daily nucleic acid testing at a designated time and place. A neighbor, whose house was separated from mine by one building, couldn't even go downstairs for the test. The occurrence of this event was without any notification or announcement. Neighbors could only guess that a positive case was detected in the building that couldn't go downstairs for the test. The lockdown of the community has happened many times in the city where I live, so I was very calm during the first three days. When I went downstairs for the test and waited in line, I would sneak pictures of the flowers planted by my neighbors (the control staff did not allow us to take pictures, fearing cross-contamination). We spent three peaceful days like this, and everyone's test results were negative.

On the fourth day at noon, I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a noise downstairs. I saw a crowd of people in protective clothing gathering under the building rumored to have a positive case. Many buses were parked on the opposite road. I quickly checked the WeChat group of the community residents and saw many people asking what had happened. The government control staff in the group did not explain anything and just told everyone to stay put and wait for notification. Once notified to move for quarantine, they must comply and not resist. They even said that based on their experience, those who leave first might still have a hotel to stay in, those who leave later might be sent to the cabin hospital, and those who resist would be directly arrested. I later learned that in order to ensure the smooth transfer of people in the entire building, the ratio of control staff to transfer staff was about 1:3, i.e., one policeman "escorted" three transfer personnel. The government control staff straightforwardly said in the WeChat group: "This is to prevent you from escaping."

Then I saw the messages posted by the transferred neighbors in the WeChat group. The doors and windows of the hotel had been sealed with wooden bars, and there was an unpleasant smell inside, and the bedding was also unclean. At this point, almost all the people who had not been transferred became nervous because they didn't know what had happened. It was already the fourth day of risk control, and everyone's nucleic acid test was negative. According to the control policies we knew, there shouldn't be a situation where people were transferred. Everyone asked the government control staff in the group. The control staff said they didn't know what had happened, and they were just executors of orders. The orders came from a government epidemic prevention command system. They did whatever the system told them to do. I suddenly felt a chill. I thought, what if the system has a bug and orders you to kill us, then we would die unjustly.

In the following days, I completely lost my previous calm and became frightened and anxious. I even vaguely felt what people in Nazi concentration camps felt. There were no standards, no explanations, no communication, only absolute obedience. In fact, we were all very cooperative with the quarantine, but the key is to give us some policy standards and explanations, otherwise, we all felt like lambs to be slaughtered with no control over our future.

After watching my neighbors being "escorted" away, I couldn't sleep anymore. I sat alone on the terrace, seeing a lot of fallen leaves scattered on the ground from the tree the bird planted for me (a tree that grew naturally, not one I purchased). The sunlight shone through the railing and cast onto the fallen leaves, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere, which strongly contrasted with my state of mind. So, I took pictures of these beautiful moments with my phone and turned them into images to serve as my tranquillizers, as I was genuinely afraid of being transferred to some filthy place at any moment. I was worried that my fragile nervous and immune systems would make me seriously ill due to the inability to adapt. In the end, we neither received any explanation nor were transferred, but I still fell ill after the lockdown was lifted due to excessive tension.

y-58 "Fallen Leaves at Home"

y-55 to y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home": All five photos in "Fallen Leaves at Home" were taken on my home terrace. It was a day in the summer of 2022 when our community was suddenly locked down. All residents were forbidden to leave their homes except for daily nucleic acid testing at a designated time and place. A neighbor, whose house was separated from mine by one building, couldn't even go downstairs for the test. The occurrence of this event was without any notification or announcement. Neighbors could only guess that a positive case was detected in the building that couldn't go downstairs for the test. The lockdown of the community has happened many times in the city where I live, so I was very calm during the first three days. When I went downstairs for the test and waited in line, I would sneak pictures of the flowers planted by my neighbors (the control staff did not allow us to take pictures, fearing cross-contamination). We spent three peaceful days like this, and everyone's test results were negative.

On the fourth day at noon, I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a noise downstairs. I saw a crowd of people in protective clothing gathering under the building rumored to have a positive case. Many buses were parked on the opposite road. I quickly checked the WeChat group of the community residents and saw many people asking what had happened. The government control staff in the group did not explain anything and just told everyone to stay put and wait for notification. Once notified to move for quarantine, they must comply and not resist. They even said that based on their experience, those who leave first might still have a hotel to stay in, those who leave later might be sent to the cabin hospital, and those who resist would be directly arrested. I later learned that in order to ensure the smooth transfer of people in the entire building, the ratio of control staff to transfer staff was about 1:3, i.e., one policeman "escorted" three transfer personnel. The government control staff straightforwardly said in the WeChat group: "This is to prevent you from escaping."

Then I saw the messages posted by the transferred neighbors in the WeChat group. The doors and windows of the hotel had been sealed with wooden bars, and there was an unpleasant smell inside, and the bedding was also unclean. At this point, almost all the people who had not been transferred became nervous because they didn't know what had happened. It was already the fourth day of risk control, and everyone's nucleic acid test was negative. According to the control policies we knew, there shouldn't be a situation where people were transferred. Everyone asked the government control staff in the group. The control staff said they didn't know what had happened, and they were just executors of orders. The orders came from a government epidemic prevention command system. They did whatever the system told them to do. I suddenly felt a chill. I thought, what if the system has a bug and orders you to kill us, then we would die unjustly.

In the following days, I completely lost my previous calm and became frightened and anxious. I even vaguely felt what people in Nazi concentration camps felt. There were no standards, no explanations, no communication, only absolute obedience. In fact, we were all very cooperative with the quarantine, but the key is to give us some policy standards and explanations, otherwise, we all felt like lambs to be slaughtered with no control over our future.

After watching my neighbors being "escorted" away, I couldn't sleep anymore. I sat alone on the terrace, seeing a lot of fallen leaves scattered on the ground from the tree the bird planted for me (a tree that grew naturally, not one I purchased). The sunlight shone through the railing and cast onto the fallen leaves, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere, which strongly contrasted with my state of mind. So, I took pictures of these beautiful moments with my phone and turned them into images to serve as my tranquillizers, as I was genuinely afraid of being transferred to some filthy place at any moment. I was worried that my fragile nervous and immune systems would make me seriously ill due to the inability to adapt. In the end, we neither received any explanation nor were transferred, but I still fell ill after the lockdown was lifted due to excessive tension.

y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home"

y-55 to y-59 "Fallen Leaves at Home": All five photos in "Fallen Leaves at Home" were taken on my home terrace. It was a day in the summer of 2022 when our community was suddenly locked down. All residents were forbidden to leave their homes except for daily nucleic acid testing at a designated time and place. A neighbor, whose house was separated from mine by one building, couldn't even go downstairs for the test. The occurrence of this event was without any notification or announcement. Neighbors could only guess that a positive case was detected in the building that couldn't go downstairs for the test. The lockdown of the community has happened many times in the city where I live, so I was very calm during the first three days. When I went downstairs for the test and waited in line, I would sneak pictures of the flowers planted by my neighbors (the control staff did not allow us to take pictures, fearing cross-contamination). We spent three peaceful days like this, and everyone's test results were negative.

On the fourth day at noon, I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a noise downstairs. I saw a crowd of people in protective clothing gathering under the building rumored to have a positive case. Many buses were parked on the opposite road. I quickly checked the WeChat group of the community residents and saw many people asking what had happened. The government control staff in the group did not explain anything and just told everyone to stay put and wait for notification. Once notified to move for quarantine, they must comply and not resist. They even said that based on their experience, those who leave first might still have a hotel to stay in, those who leave later might be sent to the cabin hospital, and those who resist would be directly arrested. I later learned that in order to ensure the smooth transfer of people in the entire building, the ratio of control staff to transfer staff was about 1:3, i.e., one policeman "escorted" three transfer personnel. The government control staff straightforwardly said in the WeChat group: "This is to prevent you from escaping."

Then I saw the messages posted by the transferred neighbors in the WeChat group. The doors and windows of the hotel had been sealed with wooden bars, and there was an unpleasant smell inside, and the bedding was also unclean. At this point, almost all the people who had not been transferred became nervous because they didn't know what had happened. It was already the fourth day of risk control, and everyone's nucleic acid test was negative. According to the control policies we knew, there shouldn't be a situation where people were transferred. Everyone asked the government control staff in the group. The control staff said they didn't know what had happened, and they were just executors of orders. The orders came from a government epidemic prevention command system. They did whatever the system told them to do. I suddenly felt a chill. I thought, what if the system has a bug and orders you to kill us, then we would die unjustly.

In the following days, I completely lost my previous calm and became frightened and anxious. I even vaguely felt what people in Nazi concentration camps felt. There were no standards, no explanations, no communication, only absolute obedience. In fact, we were all very cooperative with the quarantine, but the key is to give us some policy standards and explanations, otherwise, we all felt like lambs to be slaughtered with no control over our future.

After watching my neighbors being "escorted" away, I couldn't sleep anymore. I sat alone on the terrace, seeing a lot of fallen leaves scattered on the ground from the tree the bird planted for me (a tree that grew naturally, not one I purchased). The sunlight shone through the railing and cast onto the fallen leaves, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere, which strongly contrasted with my state of mind. So, I took pictures of these beautiful moments with my phone and turned them into images to serve as my tranquillizers, as I was genuinely afraid of being transferred to some filthy place at any moment. I was worried that my fragile nervous and immune systems would make me seriously ill due to the inability to adapt. In the end, we neither received any explanation nor were transferred, but I still fell ill after the lockdown was lifted due to excessive tension.

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The background of this picture is a cloud image, and the foreground shows a tree branch that I saw one night when I was walking by the lake. It was lying alone at the entrance of a car repair shop. When I caught a glimpse of it, I was captivated by its beauty. I realized that this was another gift from God. Since it was quite large, I didn't want to carry it with me on my walk. Instead, I went out of my way to find a secure place to store it and brought it back home to photograph after my walk.

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The background of this picture is the surface of a small flower bed, and the foreground shows the "Mooncake Monster" (see y-27 for details).

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The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board.

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The background of this image is the steps in front of a shop, and the foreground includes the "Mooncake Monster" (see y-27 for details) and some weeds.

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The background of this image is a cloud image, and the foreground shows homegrown luffa and withered luffa leaves.

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The background of this image is a wasteland in the wild, and the foreground includes leftover dried fish and withered wild grass.

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The background of this image is the surface of an electric box, and the foreground includes plants from the reservoir.

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The background of this image is the surface of water at night, and the foreground includes houseplants.

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The background of this image is the surface of a rock in the city, and the foreground includes homegrown water spinach.

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The background of this image is a marble surface, and the foreground includes houseplants.

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The background of this image is the ground at a municipal pipe construction site.

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The background of this image is the surface of the ceramic tiles on the wall of a kindergarten.

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The background of this image is a wall, and the main subject of the foreground is a flower fallen from a roadside tree.

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The background of this image is the surface of a stone vase in my house, and the foreground includes roadside weeds.

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The background of this image is a broken wall, and the foreground includes leaves cut from a houseplant.

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The background of this image is a broken ground, and the foreground includes roadside weeds and wildflowers.

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The background of this image is a tree stump from a roadside tree that was just cut down the previous day, and the foreground includes weeds at a shop entrance.

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One day on my way to buy vegetables, I saw a fallen leaf on a manhole cover and thought it looked a bit pretty. I took a casual snapshot, and this image is the result.

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The background of this image is the surface of a makeshift outer wall, and the foreground includes greening plants from the property management downstairs.

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The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground includes homegrown luffa flowers.

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The background of this image is fruit peels, and the foreground includes weeds on the rooftop.

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The background of this image is fallen leaves from my houseplant, and the foreground includes flowers grown by my neighbor.

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This image features a house decoration and roadside weeds.

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The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground includes a luffa sponge used for washing dishes at home and some wildflowers.

y-84

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground includes a bunch of auxiliary flower arranging materials made from aluminum wire.

y-85

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground includes a small branch inserted into a grapevine.

y-86 "Health"

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is a small ornament I made and hung on the living room wall at home. During the worst part of the pandemic, my son had diarrhea for over a month after eating fruit contaminated with bacteria, losing twenty pounds. I tried everything to help him and prayed for him every day, but nothing worked. When I felt extremely helpless, I saw this ornament that looked like a healthy person's stool. I took it off the living room shelf and put it in my son's bedroom. I prayed to God, saying, "I want my son's stool to be like this ornament." Not long after, my son fully recovered. I understand that this might be more superstition or coincidence, but to this day I still keep this ornament in my son's bedroom and dare not move it. This is the story behind the naming of this image as "Health."

y-87

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds in front of the bank.

y-88

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds.

y-89

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds.

y-90

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is a luffa I had grown to use as seed, but it rotted due to excessive rain. I thought this was such a waste, so I used it for painting.

y-91

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is a home decoration and some weeds.

y-92

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds.

y-93

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds from a flower pot at home.

y-94

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is weeds.

y-95

The background of this image is the nighttime road surface in front of a hotel, and the foreground is a pumpkin I bought to eat and some weeds.

y-96

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is a home decoration and some weeds.

y-97

The background of this image is a corner of the government bulletin board, and the foreground is homegrown water spinach.

y-98

The background of this image is a night sky, and the foreground is a lotus root, which came with a takeout dish that was far too salty for me to eat. To avoid wasting the food, I used it as a material for painting.

y-99

The background of this image is the sky, and the foreground is a branch from one of my bonsai trees. One day, while trimming, I mistakenly cut off a branch. It was both beautiful and lush, and to avoid wasting it, I used it as a material.

y-100

This image is of clouds in the sky and weeds.

y-101

This image is of clouds in the sky and homegrown water spinach.

y-102

This image is of clouds in the sky, homegrown water spinach, and weeds.

y-103

This image is of the night sky and a potted plant sold in a flower shop.

y-104

This image is of clouds in the sky and the stem left over after eating a bunch of grapes.

y-105

The background of this image is the bottom of a wax apple fruit, and the foreground is weeds.

y-106

This image is of a branch trimmed from my bonsai tree and a stone picked up from the roadside.

y-107

The background of this image is the surface of the heat insulation bricks on the roof, and the foreground is garbage I can't name on the roof and flowers planted by others.

y-108

The background of this image is the surface of a large pumpkin grown by my neighbor, and the foreground is a very expensive and hard-to-eat fruit I bought.

y-109

The background of this image is a picture of clouds in the sky, and the foreground is trash on the roof and flowers that fell from the trees in the residential complex.

y-110

The background of this image is the surface of a ceramic tile, and the foreground is the luffa I grew and the wilted fruit my neighbor grew.

y-111

This image is of garbage made up of rotten fruit and dried weeds. A pile of garbage plus an eye looks like a chimpanzee. I don't know if this is because of my rich imagination or a hallucination from feeling suffocated due to the pervasive surveillance in my life.

y-112

The background of this image is a wall covered with ivy, and the foreground is flowers grown by my neighbor.

y-113

The background of this image is a wall covered with ivy, and the foreground is leaves I took a picture of during a night walk.

y-114 "Dialogue between Life and Death"

The background of this image is the surface of an old tree stump, the plant in the foreground is a weed full of fruits from my flower pot, which is a sign of strong vitality. The plant below is a completely withered weed, symbolizing death. When they gaze at each other, it's a dialogue between life and death, with the tree rings behind them representing time.

y-115

This image is of weeds and loofah leaves on the roof.

y-116

The background of this image is a corner of a government bulletin board, and the foreground is roadside weeds and leaves from a failed AI cutout.

y-117

This image is of fruit peels and weeds.

y-118

This image is of clouds in the sky, garbage on the ground, and flowers sold in a flower shop.

y-119

This image is of clouds in the sky, dried fallen leaves, and weeds.

y-120

This image is of bougainvillea, weeds, duck bones, chestnut shells, and napkins.

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