没看过炊烟的人,是不大懂得家的牵挂的。清晨,漫步在辽阔的雪原上,天空蓝得透出隐隐的黑,夜间飘下一层薄薄的清雪,被天色映照泛着淡淡的蓝光;太阳还没有出来,整个原野没有人,也没有动物,连空气也像凝固了,四下里静得除了脚下干雪的吱嘎声,就是自己耳朵的鸣叫。泥土的气息让厚厚的雪被覆盖在下面,还要几个月才能复苏。松树林和杂树林也都屏住了呼吸,那古朴的草木味道也被冻住了……漫天的雪地里只剩下一样可以感受的东西,冷。你可以抱怨,也可以忧伤,为何万物敛迹的隆冬的早晨,只有你一个人要在这没膝的雪窠里挣扎。然而不久,你嗅到了一股气息,那是烧木柴的烟火味儿,而且越来越浓。你知道前 Have not seen people who smoke, do not understand the care of the home. Early morning, walk in the vast snow field, the sky blue revealed a faint black, floating at night a thin layer of snow, the sky was glowing faint blue light; the sun has not come out, the whole field no one, nor Animals, even the air is like coagulation, four quiet except for the creak of snow at the foot, is the ear tweets. The earth’s atmosphere allows thick snow to be covered below, and it will take months to recover. The pine trees and the greenery also hold their breath, and the quaint vegetation has been frozen. There is only one thing left to feel in the snow, cold. You can complain, you can grieve, why the winter of all things trace the winter, only you alone in this knee-jerk struggling. Soon, however, you smell a scent of firewood that burns wood and is thicker and thicker. You know before