我的故乡有一条河,河里有一段河洲,记得每到春秋之际,一群群白鹤在洲上飞舞,成片的柳絮或者芦花飘扬,风景着实好看。幼时家贫,爷爷经常用纸卷着叶子烟,美滋滋地在河洲上转悠,好像有了烟雾的飘渺,他老人家所有的勤苦劳累都会随着那片烟雾远去。幼时的我,有时也学着爷爷的样子,卷起一支叶子烟,却被呛得连连咳嗽。 My hometown has a river, there is a river in the river, I remember every spring and autumn, a group of white crane flying in the continent, into a piece of catkins or aloe fluttering, the scenery is really good-looking. When I was a child, my grandfather used paper rolls of leaf tobacco and lazily swirled around Hezhou. It seemed as if there was misty smoke and all the hardworking and tired elderly people would get away with that piece of smoke. When I was young, sometimes learning the way my grandfather, rolled up a leaf of tobacco, but was choked repeatedly cough.