在南高原的彝乡,北风呼啸,天色阴郁着,没有一点生气,无声无息中,冬天又来了。这个时候,我分外想念老家阿妈温暖的火塘。小时候,每到冬天,阿妈就会把火塘里的火烧的比往日要更猛烈些,尽大可能地温暖这个家,温暖自己心爱的男人和子女以及光临寒舍的过往来客,也好体现自己温柔、善良、贤惠。这个爱的屋檐下,时而烟雾满屋,时而通红通红的,寒冷被隔绝在外,暨温暖了人的身子,也温热了人的心窝。在我们彝族农村的乡下,除了外出劳作不 Yi in the southern plateau, north wind whistling, gloomy weather, not a little angry, silent, the winter came again. This time, I miss my hometown mother warm fire pond. When I was a child, every winter, my mom would have harden the fire in the fire pond more violently than before and warm up this home as much as possible to warm her beloved man and children, Good, virtuous. Under the eaves of this love, sometimes the smoke full house, sometimes flushed, the cold is isolated, and warm the human body, but also the warmth of the human heart. In the countryside of our Yi rural areas, I do not work outside