Whether it is the wilderness villages in the north or the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the leisurely and elegant smoke can be seen. This wisp of cooking smoke is closely related to human life and reproduction from generation to generation. This wisp of cooking smoke allows life to continue and makes the world warm!
I clearly remember what my hometown looked like in the past. Scattered houses, lush forests, old wells covered with moss, mottled ancient village walls, twin rivers with whirling reeds and willows, and uneven stone roads separate hundreds of households from east to west, forming a two-kilometer-long road. streets. For many years, the neighbors have thrived and lived in harmony here!
In the spring morning, the village was shrouded in light mist. The dew wetted the purple-flowered wisterias. After a few swallows, the small village woke up. At this time, light blue smoke also floats from the roofs of every house. Children go to school one after another, strong men are plowing the fields, and women at home are washing themselves and sitting under the wisteria trellis to sew summer clothes. Her hair was blown by the wind, making her look very soft and charming!
When the sun was three o'clock in the morning, I saw smoke lingering on the houses of various houses. After a while, the fragrance of the food filled the small village. The beautiful woman called the children home full of strangeness and anger, and the sturdy man Open your arms, hold a coarse porcelain sea bowl, squat under the locust tree in front of your house, and chat with your neighbors while eating. The contentment and joy you feel are enviable!
After being away from home for decades, many past events have gradually faded from my memory. Only the smoke from the village houses often hovers in my mind, lingering softly and warmly... …
I saw the smoke again on an autumn evening when I returned to my hometown to attend my cousin’s wedding. After a bumpy day, I arrived at my long-lost hometown in the evening. Through the car window, I saw the village not far away that I had dreamed about hundreds of times at midnight and the smoke from the cooking stove that had held me in love for half a lifetime. The difference was that the original thatched house had been transformed into a tall and elegant building. What remained unchanged was that The smoke that haunts people.
It’s even more timid to be close to home!
The smoke from my hometown touched my nerves and touched my tear ducts. Are they tears of longing or tears of shame? I can't tell...
I got out of the car and stepped on the autumn field. Looking at this beautiful picture, I couldn't help but think of life.
Throughout your life, no matter what kind of prosperity you have enjoyed, or what kind of magnificent life you have experienced, your heart always longs for peace and comfort, just like this light smoke from the kitchen, which makes people peaceful and warm!