600 words 10 composition about cooking cigarettes in my hometown

In the former countryside, there was no shortage of kitchen smoke in summer nights.

Every time the sun sets and dusk falls, we stand in the empty hometown of Yuan Ye, and a slight warm wind strikes, spreading out the kitchen smoke rising from the roof of that family, and slowly, slowly floating over the countryside, like a huge tulle, slowly stretching with the breeze.

However, for a long time, we wandered in the streets of the city and shuttled through the reinforced concrete buildings, almost forgetting the appearance and taste of kitchen fumes. In order to find the familiar and unfamiliar cooking smoke, during the National Day, I had some feelings and embarked on the road back to my hometown.

Then, I saw the smoke from the kitchen, in the countryside of my hometown.

"There are layers of peaches and plums on the mountain and fireworks in the cloud." Yes, where there are fireworks, there are people smoking, there are people smoking, and there is kindness. No wonder people always ask where there is smoke when they get lost, because there is life and hope there. Through the smoke rising in Ran Ran, I found my childhood in the countryside, saw my mother cooking with firewood in front of the stove, and smelled the aroma of white rice sweeter than seafood.

Looking at the smoke, I also saw my mother washing tung leaves, wrapping the prepared wheat bran and burning it in the stove. After cooking, she peeled off the burnt leaves and gave the delicious wheat bran to our sisters. If we don't have enough to eat, even the burnt leaves get into our stomachs. My father occasionally catches a delicious fish, eel and so on. When plowing the land, wrap it in vegetable leaves, put some salt and cook it for us. The taste is simply incomparable. Although there were a lot of firewood ashes, at that time, we must have eaten with relish, even the ashes were eaten together, because the ashes were delicious and edible. If you don't believe me, in our hometown and countryside, whenever someone catches a cold, there are old people who give directions. Once the sun-dried wormwood leaves (the best one pulled during the Dragon Boat Festival) are burned to ashes and then drunk in water, it will soon have an immediate effect. Even I have eaten it several times, and the taste is not only astringent but also astringent, which makes it difficult to drink.