Surrounded by mountains, blue water, Tashi is like a piece of uncut emerald, hidden in the mountains people do not know. The verdant mountains, the terraced fields and the whitewashed houses are picturesque and enchanting.
? At dusk, sitting in the pavilion at the top of the hill looking into the distance. You can see the rolling green hills, which look dreamy and soft in the afterglow of the setting sun. Occasionally, birds spread their wings and flew by, their cries breaking through the silent sky. The small village at the foot of the mountain has a few families on the roof of the rising smoke. Wisps of light green smoke like a light song and dance fairy, light and agile, floating with the wind, slowly disappeared in the twilight sky.
? Think of the Song Dynasty poet Shi Mining wrote the song "Cooking Smoke": ? The willow is a willow that is used to outline the crows, and the drums are blowing in the plains to keep the peace. It's not the smoke that comes out of the forest, but the fact that there are people living in the mountains. Where there is smoke, there are homes. Where there is smoke and fire, there are stories. There is human warmth and coldness, and there is a world of coldness and coldness ......
Seeing the smoke again, my heart surged bursts of warmth, but also evoked some good memories. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
As a child living in the countryside, cooking smoke is a common landscape. At that time, there was no gas stove, hood. Every household is built with brick or mud clay stove. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money for the money you spend. There was a long chimney leading to the roof or the wall. A fire is lit in the hearth, and the red light of the fire reflects on the dark red face of the housewife. The smoke rises from the chimney.
? Cooking smoke is milky white, light green, gray and black, that's because of the burning of different firewood, different colors. Most of the smoke from dry firewood is light green, and sometimes when it rains and the firewood is wet and the fire is not strong, the smoke rolls out and the smoke in the chimney is grayish-black when you use a long cut of moso bamboo to make a blowtorch.
? Early morning smoke is more fresh, the day just dawn, in the rooster stretched out his neck crowing, the early risers began a day of busy people. The housewife starts to light a fire and burns wood to prepare the family's breakfast. Rural villages in the south of the Yangtze River grow a lot of rice and corn. Therefore, straw, cornstalks and soybean stalks become common firewood. As the fire in the stove burned brightly, the rice and water in the large iron pot began to boil with a gurgle. Smoke slowly drifted from the roofs of the houses. When the thin rice soup gradually became thick, the rice in the pot was scooped up with a bamboo strainer, put in a pottery rice bowl, covered while it was still hot, and buried in the ash chamber with the embers from the charcoal fire. At noon, you can eat the steaming hot rice bowl. The white rice porridge in the pot is thick and sticky, mixed with the smell of cooking smoke, especially fragrant. A delicious breakfast is served with home-pickled pickled bean curd, crispy squash or pickled vegetables. Sometimes the children can often eat eggs laid by their own hens. In the eyes of the children, the smoke is the taste of food, the taste of the mother.
? I like to see the smoke in the twilight. It's a very beautiful and colorful sight to behold. In the evening, in the afterglow of the setting sun, people carry hoes from the field to home in twos and threes. A cowherd boy holding a cow rope looked away from the roof of his house to see if there is smoke rising from the cooker. The smoke of the evening is also cheerful and lively. The men return home after a long day's labor, and the housewives are busy preparing the family's meals on the stove. Dolls love to surround the stove, look at the pot of rice, smell the aroma of food, more hungry. The smoke from the rooftops rose and fell, and the longer the smoke lasted, the better the family's food was. It is a warm and comforting feeling for a family to gather around a table amidst the smoke to eat and gossip. Even if the three meals a day are only light meals, parents are there, home is there, it is warm. The flavor of the world is happiness. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
When I was a child, I liked to listen to Teresa Teng's song, "I saw the smoke rising from the cooker, the twilight covered the earth, and I wanted to ask the cooker, where are you going? ...... "Once upon a time, we these rural children backpacks, out of the countryside, to the city life. The city's skyscrapers, neon lights flashing, everything is so new. Hotels, dance halls, beauty halls, lounge bars, a variety of entertainment venues let a person addicted to the red lights. And every day in a hurry, busy with the livelihood of our often fast-food takeout to cope with the dinner. The smoke has gradually faded out of our lives, turned into a strand of nostalgia. The smoke, in fact, is a kind of yearning for the quiet life of the village.
? "Warm far away from the village, according to the market smoke", goodbye to the smoke and I do not know when it is? Perhaps the smoke has become a memory. It stays in Yu Qiuyu's poem, stays in Tu Ke's oil painting, stays in Teresa Teng's song, and stays in the memory of a generation.
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