一個先人比生人重要的日子

Today is the Ching Ming Festival which is a day the living would go sweep the ancestors' graves. I was trying to get out of it because of Bronchitis, but my mom says it's good for me to go out and have some fresh air and exercise. Before I give in too easily, we had this conversation:

媽 (mom):　快起床啦！(Wake up!)
me: 吾舒服呀，　重陽至去啦！(I don't feel well, let's wait till Chung Yeung! [Chung Yeung is another sweep grave day in Luna Sept])
媽 (mom): 去拜下祖先便會好啦！(You go worship your ancestors, they will grant you good health!)
me: 癡線!　不如執剤香爐灰我食o丫!! (That's crazy! Why don't you just go scoop up a pack of incense dust and feed me with it! [Incense dust was an ancient superstitious remedy which was believed to cure everything from a paper cut to a stab wound to the heart! which is of course crazy. :D])

Now, back to bed! Doctor's order!