当冬日的寒风在大地呼啸、肆无忌惮;当冰天、雪地、寒冷和我再次零距离接触的时候,我就会想起小时候在老家的烤火时光。在贵州老家,每到冬天,父亲便会为我们找出放了许久的炉子,然后在里面放入杂草柴火之类的东西点上火,等火燃得很旺时,再往炉子里添入一些早就准备好了的煤块。不大一会儿工夫,这些煤块在柴火的氤氲下,便熊熊燃烧起来。不过此时由于燃烧的 When the winter wind whistled on the ground, unscrupulous; when the ice, snow, cold and I zero distance contact again, I will think of my childhood roasted fire time. My hometown in Guizhou, every winter, my father will find out for us a long time to put the stove, and then put in something like weed firewood lit, so when the fire is burning, then add to the stove Tim Into some coal lumps that have already been prepared. Not a moment to work, these lumps of coal under the scruff of the firewood, it roared. However, due to the burning at this time