炊烟炊烟是乡村一缕随风摇曳的丝带,是母亲倚靠门前深情远望的身影,是父亲劳作后坐在田埂上抽烟留下的影子。炊烟在泥土陪伴下,好似青春的风铃,如水的情。炊烟也是那乡间的物语,点缀着空空如也的旧时房屋,更是黑夜里一声声如泣如诉般的唠叨絮语。站在山中一角俯看村庄,像是一幅浸润着现代气息的水墨画。来来往往的行 Smoke from the smoke is a ribbon strewn with the wind in the country. It is the shadow of a mother sitting in front of her in front of her in love with the affectionate afar. Smoke accompanied by the soil, like a young wind chimes, such as water. Smoke is also the story of the country, dotted with old-fashioned houses, it is even more crying in the night like a nagging whisper. Standing in the corner of the mountain overlooking the village, like a soak with modern ink painting. Lines coming and going