炊烟哪,在城市里是见不到的,只能去乡下。乡下的炊烟,有姿态、有色彩、有味道……连孩子的作文都这样写:屋檐上的炊烟会说话。冬日里,炊烟变得细长、绵软,那是因为锅灶里燃着干燥的柴草,燎着悠长闲散的时光,炊烟说:过日子呀,就这个样。在外读书的孩子回来了,肩上挂着包,手里拖着拉杆箱,进门就嚷:“妈,我回来啦!”妈永远都在厨房里,好找。娘儿俩亲热地说 Smoke, which is not seen in the city, can only go to the country. Country smoke, gesture, color, taste ... Even the children’s composition is written: Smoke on the eaves will speak. During the winter months, the smoke became slender and soft, because of the dry firewood burning in the stove and the long idle time, and the smoke said: Live, so kind. The children reading the book came back, bag hanging on his shoulder, drag the trolley in his hand, the door shouted: “Mom, I am back! ” Mom will always be in the kitchen, looking for something. Mother and daughter said affectionately