炊烟我不知道村庄里的炊烟是从什么时候开始减少的,但始终守候村庄的人知道,村庄知道,只是,所有的人、村庄里所有的事物都在我内心布满疑惑的时候缄口不语,仿佛这一切并不需要我这个走出村庄的人去见证。毕竟,对于一个村庄,我又能见证什么呢?我只是在这里出生,然后走向远方,带着属于我自己的炊烟。一柱炊烟对应着一个家,一家有几个人,这柱炊烟就有几缕,那几缕纠 Smoke I do not know when the smoke in the village started to diminish, but people who were always waiting in the village knew that the village knew, but all, all the things in the village were silent when my heart was full of doubts As if all this does not require me to go out to the village to witness. After all, what else can I testify about a village? I was born here, and then I walked further into the distance with my own smoke. A column of smoke corresponds to a home, a few people, there are a few strands of smoke, that strands of correction