2. Cooking smoke is the mentor of all souls in the village. She let us find our own yardstick in the coordinates of life and keep confidence in life at all times.
3. The smoke rising in my hometown is a lamp tower that will never go out. It is guarded by the mother's love, and it is expected by the love of distant children.
There is smoke everywhere in the mountain village. At this time, it is like the fruit on the vine, connecting all over the mountains, showing birth and vitality, showing incomparable richness and prosperity.
5. The smoke in the mountain village turns into colorful neon, spreading beauty to the world; Or become layers of mist, under the shadow of moonlight, everything is so unreal, like a fairyland on earth.
6. The smoke from the kitchen in the distance rises tenaciously against the wind and rain. As it gradually dissipates, it melts into the green hills and into the earth. At the same time, it overflowed into my heart and added the blood of life.
7. The smoke rising in my hometown is a bridge connecting my heart. At this end of the bridge, it is the endless dream of children working hard in other places. At the other end of the bridge, it is the endless concern of the white-haired mother!
8. The north wind blows, the setting sun sets from the other side of the mountain, the smoke from my hometown rises and is dispersed by the autumn wind, like a wisp of air dispersed in the wind, like a faint smoke drying my tears.
9. Smoke rising at sunset. You see, under the background of blue sky and white clouds, when the sky is full of rosy clouds, kitchen smoke rises from the roof, some black smoke billows and some blue smoke is faint.
10, the ridges harvested from mature crops, scattered orchards, winding ridges, short earthen houses and kitchen smoke fluttering on the roof are all exposed.
1 1. At this moment, the smoke from my hometown ignited in my heart. Those old houses scattered at the foot of the small mountain village fluttered with smoke. The gently shaking kitchen smoke is the information tree of the mountain village.
12. Cooking smoke in the mountain village, you are so kind and provocative, just like a pure girl, deeply touched my heart. Seeing cooking smoke, I am so happy. That is the return of my soul and the source of happiness in life.
13. Cooking smoke is quiet, pure, light and ethereal. People try their best to show their immortal souls. Cooking smoke is the cloud rising from the house, the ghost cremated in the firewood stove, and the sound and breath of the village.
14. The children working in Tianjiao suddenly felt a sense of belonging when they saw the thick smoke. Because they know that where the smoke rises is their home, where there is smoke rising, there are relatives waiting.
15. The kitchen smoke in the mountain village is full of the smell of home. How many times I approached the house, listened to the roar of the wind wheel, listened to the symphony of pots and pans, and listened to my daughter's silvery laughter, but I hesitated for a long time, afraid of breaking the warmth of home and the peace of mind.
16. Scattered on the old house at the foot of the small mountain village, wisps of smoke fluttered. The gently swaying kitchen smoke is an information tree in the mountain village. Children working in the corner of the field suddenly feel a sense of belonging when they see this fluttering kitchen smoke.
17, the smoke curled up, silently telling the happiness and sadness of the farmer, telling the hopes and longings of several generations. Because it is the future and hope of the world, people's memory and yearning for a happy life, and it is also a beautiful and beautiful scenery in the countryside.
18, the hometown in the morning is quiet and busy. With the rising of the smoke, the poplars in the street are entangled by the smoke, fluttering and rising in the leaves, greedily breathing the fragrance of the new rural Mitte floating out of the old house.
19, after the twelfth lunar month, there is an increasingly strong fragrance, which is the charm of every household lighting up for a year. The watch and sustenance in the coming year will make the whole village drunk, and the smoke from the kitchen will be more and more lingering. Along this fragrance, busy figures can be seen everywhere.
20. The smoke in the morning is very different from that in the evening. It is not clear whether this is smoke or mist hanging over the countryside. It rises in the air, occasionally seeing an early shadow. The hillside in the distance is gradually covered with a layer of mist, and the sun has not yet risen. From time to time, one or two cocks crowed, which broke the peace of the mountain village.