炊烟是乡村游子连通故乡的根。可如今,漂泊在外,我们都是背叛炊烟的人。小时候,我家住在村子的后面,地势较高,我爬上墙头,可以一览无余的看见前面众多人家炊烟升起的先后顺序。第一个必定是靠近路口的连海家,孤高的烟囱照例率先领跑出一股蓝烟,他家的晚饭是村庄最早也最丰盛的。二十年前,在一个本该全家抱着祖传的青瓷老碗吸溜吸溜喝着稀饭 Smoke is the hometown of rural wanderers roots. But now, wandering outside, we are people who betray the smoke. When I was young, my family lived in the back of the village, so I climbed up to the wall to see the sequence of rising smoke from many people in front of me. The first must be close to junctions with the sea, the lonely chimney as the lead lead out of a blue smoke, his home is the earliest village is also the most abundant. Twenty years ago, sipping and drinking gruel in an old celadon bowl that was supposed to be the family’s ancestor