Cooking smoke in spring brings the vitality and vigor of spring. It wraps around the treetops, bypasses the hills and conveys the breath of spring. It is accompanied by the spring breeze, blowing through the gurgling stream and stroking the new leaves of willow trees. The countryside is full of vitality because of it. Children returning from school, walking on a moss-covered country road, saw the smoke rising slowly from their roofs from afar, and their faces were filled with bright smiles. They seem to feel the call of kitchen smoke, and they don't feel the need to speed up their pace and walk towards home.
In autumn, cooking smoke brings joy and satisfaction of harvest. In the golden wheat field, there are rows of wheat waves; In the sweet orchard, there are ripe fruits. Hard-working and simple farmers are busy picking, which is the land they watered with sweat and hope. Soon, the village was full of excitement, and warm red was lit in every kitchen hole. Cooking smoke floats far away with the joy of a family's harvest, making a good wish for next year's harvest.
Cooking smoke in winter makes you feel warm at home. Wanderers who work outside the home haven't got home yet, but they don't feel warm when they see the smoke rising slowly. They know how much their parents have spent on this long-lost gathering. On their way home, they seem to have smelled the smell of their mother, or perhaps the smell of their hometown, which is the smell of kitchen smoke. Cooking smoke is the scenery to accompany my mother. Day after day, month after month, year after year, my hair turns white, and my youth and beauty are drifting away with cooking smoke.
The smoke from the kitchen is the symbol of the countryside, the yearning of parents and the warmth of home. But now, this ordinary and ordinary kitchen smoke has disappeared. The days are getting better day by day, and it seems that cooking smoke is not needed. People have probably forgotten the kitchen smoke that accompanied them to grow up. So, he hid, quietly, quietly, and left without leaving anything.
Cooking smoke is the last echo of my hometown, and it is my longest miss. I can't bear to part with you. I branded you in my heart and turned you into the most beautiful scenery in my heart, looking forward to meeting you again.