Like, the advertising copy that has been walking almost instantly touched us:

If I stop in a sea of people, it is hard for me to imagine that the most beautiful scenery on the road is not the expected imagination, not the end of relief, but the fleeting but eternal twilight on the expressway. ...

This scene is really "in the depths of the mountains, I saw the smoke rising again, and I knew it was someone else", which is from the poem "Qinyuanchun Ri Guo Xi Chuang" by the poet Huang Ji of the Song Dynasty. The whole word is as follows:

What is cooking smoke? It is the most touching smell of fireworks.

Although, today, the city keeps us away from the past, even the smoke rising day and night for thousands of years is gradually fading away. ...

But we will still evoke all the memories and * * * sounds in our blood at the moment we meet.

In Teresa Teng's sweet singing, there are questions that we have all our lives:

Yes, we have to ask where the smoke goes, which direction the wind blows, and where we are going. Who can we ask and who will decide? Maybe, before we get the answer, we can find the starting point first.

Tao Yuanming, the most famous landscape and pastoral poet in history, wrote in his "The First Part of Returning to the Garden":

It is about an initial heart, nostalgia for the birds in the old forest, and nostalgia for the fish in the deep pond in the past, which is a portrayal of the poet's long-term predicament. So what kind of life do you want?

There are 89 huts and huts, and there are more than ten acres of Fiona Fang land around the houses. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the front room exudes the fragrance of peach trees and plum trees. In the distance, houses in neighboring villages can be seen faintly, with smoke floating above them. There were several dog barks in the deep lane, and the rooster on the top of the mulberry tree kept crowing. There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room.

Among them, the most touching thing is that "the village is warm and far away, and there is smoke in Iraq." Personal ideals can only be understood and have eternal vitality if they are integrated into the real society and find a balance point or connection point between personality and the public.

This warm village scene and the smoke of Yiyi are three meals and four seasons for individual families, which is a family reunion; For everyone's family, it is a stable and fulfilling time in this world. Only in this big environment can Mr. Tao Yuanming's personal pastoral dream come true.

Song Dynasty poet Shao Kangjie's Singing in the Mountain Village is very suitable for enlightening children.

Simple numbers are skillfully integrated into daily scenes, while concrete and simple pictures can give people endless imagination. On the journey of life, every two or three miles, you can always meet four or five families, maybe in the morning, maybe at noon, maybe at sunset, and there are six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers that bloom in time. ...

Everything else is ok. This "smoke village" is full of the dynamics of life and the sound of time and space. We seem to see the family room under the smoke, the ordinary and great daily life linked by three meals a day. ...

Interestingly, the smoke curling from the kitchen stove is often an intoxicating homesickness, which is beautiful and abstract; If a thousand stoves smoke, it will be another scene, often with its own majestic momentum, and probably a full meal can give people the most confidence.

Zengbo Li, a famous minister and poet in the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "The slogan of Yangzhou Banquet Confession and Autumn Music" after Taizai:

Li Da's ci poets have always been famous for their ci poems, and their ci poems have no characteristics. However, the phrase "Grain Rain, a suburb of spring ploughing, is full of smoke in Yuntun stoves" is full of weather. It is precisely because of the different horizons that it appears militarized and large-scale, which is probably very appetizing for Qiu. Only with sufficient food and grass and guaranteed logistics can we "serve the spring of the Ming Dynasty" and have no worries.

Zengbo Li also wrote a poem "Qinyuanchun Beigutaiduan", in which there is also a sentence "A thousand stoves cook cigarettes, a thousand boats cook snow, and their hands are as smooth as a palm", which is also extraordinary in momentum and has the ability to turn an enemy into an enemy.

At this time, he is ambitious and ambitious. Nature is "not such a great man" and "whoever Ge is". It seems that he also has the ambition of "counting romantic figures and looking at the present".

But when it comes to cooking smoke, there are not only cruelty and utilitarianism, but also the word "beauty". Of course, it is not our aesthetic smog that reminds people to return.

In Song Dynasty, Ai Xingfu wrote a seven-character poem about the return of village residence in Four Seasons Village Music;

When the smoke rises, even the weak can't be ignored, and its publicity makes the green trees look bleak.

In the poet's four seasons village music, cooking smoke is everywhere and the most dull, but this is real life, which can not be separated from the warmth and comfort in the bones.

Zhu Chen, a poet in the Song Dynasty, left only one sentence: "Clouds at dusk and smoke in the forest", which is inexplicably fascinating. At dusk, the setting sun is no longer dazzling, and it is particularly enchanting and huge. It should have attracted all eyes with brilliance, but it was just a wisp of smoke in the forest blown by the wind, so it easily took away your thoughts and mine. ...

This smoke curled up and appeared in Yang's poem "Reward Three Rhymes" in the Song Dynasty:

Without wine, you will get drunk, because of the charming weather with slight cold rain and lush grass, and also because of the oblique smoke rising from the village, which has the charming smell of fireworks and the aroma of food.

The smoke in this kitchen is naturally straight. In the Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan wrote in the second poem "Zhou Chaozong went boating on June 10th":

When there is no wind, of course, the smoke from the kitchen goes straight into the sky, but the flow of the wind seems to be the normal state. The so-called "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop" and "the wind gathers smoke and makes the evening cold".

No wonder Xiangling said "the desert is lonely and straight" when she studied poetry. At first, she couldn't understand. If she watches this scene again, she seems to have seen it with her own eyes, but it's just smoke.

For wanderers who are far away from home, when the smoke rises, it is often the time when homesickness permeates their hearts.

Youren Xu wrote a trip to Da Nang in his early years in Yuan Dynasty, expressing his melancholy:

Coincidentally, "I don't know who the fishing net is at dusk" is Wang Anshi's feeling when he faces scattered hibiscus and oblique willows at dusk; "In Jiangcun, the smoke rises in the evening, and the sunset cries" is Huang Geng's "Qiu Ge" when he saw the winding stone road and fence house; "Broken chardonnay low reflection, bridges, a plain. Liu Yingjia began to smoke, just like Jiang Nanan, which is also the emotional foreshadowing of Gao Jiangnan and When Can We Meet Again. "

However, no matter where the smoke comes from, whether in a foreign country or at home, what can finally give people a heart is healing, warmth, bright lights and livability. ...

Lu you's wandering is so free and easy:

The poet is on the road, and the dew and night wind in autumn can't be underestimated. When he sees the smoke from the kitchen, he feels saved. Whether he can borrow a full meal for the night depends on his luck today. Look for every opportunity to ask the name of the village where the smoke rises from the kitchen.

I don't know if others will be as romantic as Lu You, especially today when we are expected to retreat. We are far from the ancients in terms of trust and simple folk customs.

In the face of kitchen smoke, people are happy. Apart from Lu You's "doubt can rest", I'm afraid there is Liu Kezhuang's "treading on the sand, jumping pills from the sun to the moon":

Where the smoke rises, there are naturally two or three families. The poet wanted to thank Qiu Guang with his beloved wine, but he couldn't find it in the mountains and forests. It is estimated that this wine will all enter the poet's own stomach.

But in any case, smoke is curling up, it rises in the genes of our memory, always ready to be touched.

It has a warm and healing side, which is habit, homesickness and earthly fireworks; On the other hand, it is sad and homesick, especially today, many of us have a hometown that we can't go back to. ...