Ho Seung-hee: Light an incense burn for your mother

Dinner was eaten early because my daughter had started school. After the meal, I sweated in the air-conditioned room and couldn't help myself. I took the opportunity to buy medicine and go out for a walk. I visited four pharmacies in a row before I bought all the medicines. On the way there, I saw a meatloaf shop with a long queue. When I came back, I found that there were only three or four people left, I didn't hold back my curiosity, decided to try it, and coincidentally, there was one last serving left, and I became lucky. So, while nibbling on the meatloaf, I walked down the street in the dark, looking around, and unfortunately, I didn't see the person who burned the paper in July, only the lonely back behind me.

Returning to the air-conditioned room, the half-pulled meatloaf was placed on the TV cabinet, and after taking the medicine, drinking a large glass of water, and the stomach was bulging. Sweat was forced out again, went to the bathroom to wash his face again, and when he stared in the mirror, he found that his two sideburns had a lot more white hair. Back in the air conditioning room again, sweat came out again. I sat down on a small stool to prevent sweat from wetting the sheets, and then, inadvertently brushing a sad song, my heart was instantly quiet, and my wet hair dried out little by little under the air conditioner.

In July and a half of this year, the incense at home was gone. I bought three tubes online in the afternoon, and even if I received them, it was two days later. I lit a stove and lit a spark through the hollow lid, which was particularly warm in the dark. I silently pray in my heart: Mom, let this incense burn and guard you well!

I like to collect incense burners, old, new, porcelain, copper, all kinds. I buy it because I believe that people have souls. The more expensive I buy, the more future generations will cherish it. I hope that many years later, they will still be able to light an incense stick for the ancestors to mourn.

On such a special holiday, I was playing "Hollow" on a loop, and the sad emotions slowly accumulated, making people feel infinitely sad. I waited quietly by the stove, turned off the lights, and the inside of the house was pitch black, only the headlights outside the house, occasionally shining into the darkness, and disappearing in an instant. Between light and darkness, there is no salvation. Only by closing your eyes and smelling a faint agarwood fragrance can people restart their memories.

Probably tonight, I will lie in the living room, waiting for the wind to rise, waiting for the incense to fall, waiting for the soul to be redeemed, waiting for the dream to meet. I live in the dust and just want to guard quietly, my loved ones in the night.