What are the beautiful poems about the smoke coming from the kitchen?

1. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river.

From: "The Envoy to the Fortress" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: In the vast desert, the solitary smoke rises straight into the sky, and the setting sun is round and round on the edge of the Yellow River.

2. Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun.

From: "Mountain Village Odyssey" by Shao Yong of the Song Dynasty

Translation: Before I knew it, I was two or three miles away from home, and a light mist enveloped four or five households.

3. The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the autumn colors are old sycamores.

From: "Autumn Climbing the North Tower of Xiezhen in Xuancheng" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The thin cold smoke rising from the village lingers among the oranges and pomelos, and the sycamore trees in late autumn It is already a withered and old image.

4. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

From: "Cold Food" by Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: In the evening, candles were sent from the Han Palace to reward princes and ministers, and the light smoke drifted to the homes of the emperor's favorites.

5. There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people.

From: "Nine Bamboo Branch Poems·Nine" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The peach blossoms and pear blossoms blooming on the mountain are layered in layers, covering the mountains and fields. Looking at the top of the mountain in the distance, they are hidden among the flowers and trees. Among them, curls of smoke rose, which must be where the villagers gathered.