炊烟乡村的炊烟总是那么淡蓝淡蓝的,带着农家的几丝企盼几缕馨香,把小小的乡村与穹阔的天宇温柔地连在一起,又是那么轻舒漫卷,似嫦娥奔月,像踏春归去的仙女,在微风的护送下悄然隐去。是啊!炊烟是乡情的凝聚,乡韵的流动。 Smoke Country smoke is always so pale blue light blue, with the farmhouse of wire expecting a few wisp of sweet, the small village with a vast sky gentle together, but also so light and comfortable volume, like Chang E Ben Month, like a fairy riding back spring, quietly hidden in the breeze escort. Yes, smoke is the condensation of nostalgia, rural flow of rhyme.