See also cooking smoke (prose)

Whether it is a deserted village in the north or a water town residence in the south of the Yangtze River, you can see leisurely and elegant kitchen smoke. The smoke rising from the kitchen is closely related to the life and reproduction of human beings from generation to generation. The smoke in the kitchen keeps life going and makes people warm!

I clearly remember what my hometown is like. Houses are strewn at random, trees are lush, old wells covered with moss, mottled walls of ancient villages, double rivers with swaying reeds and willows, and uneven stone roads separate hundreds of families from each other, forming a street two kilometers long. For many years, neighbors have lived here and lived in harmony!

In the spring morning, the village was shrouded in a faint mist, and the dew wet the vines full of purple flowers. After a few whispers, the village woke up. At this time, the light blue smoke from the kitchen also floated out from every household. The children went to school one after another. The strong man stroked the cows and hoed the fields. The women at home were washing and sewing summer clothes under the vines. The hair on the women's sideburns was blown by the wind, which was very gentle and moving!

At three o'clock in the morning, I saw the smoke from the kitchen chimney winding on the bare house. In a short time, the smell of food permeated the whole small village. The beautiful woman called the children home with strange anger. The stout man opened his arms and squatted under the locust tree in front of his house, eating and chatting with his neighbors. That's self-satisfaction, that's pleasant and enviable!

I have been away from home for decades, and many past events have gradually faded out of my memory. Only kitchen smoke from barren village houses often haunts my mind, lingering gently and warmly. ...

I saw smoke in the kitchen. It was an autumn evening and I went back to my hometown to attend my cousin's wedding. It was a bumpy day, and I arrived in my long-lost hometown in the evening. Through the window, I can see the village not far away, where I dreamed hundreds of times in the middle of the night, and the smoke from the kitchen. The difference is that the original thatched cottage has become a tall and imposing building. What has not changed is the smoke from the kitchen that makes people dream.

Now, near my village, meet people!

The smoke in my hometown touched my nerves and my lacrimal glands. Is it tears of missing or shame? I don't know ...

Walking out of the car, stepping on the ridge in autumn, looking at this beautiful picture, I can't help thinking about life. No matter how prosperous you have enjoyed and how magnificent your life is, you always yearn for peace and comfort, just like this faint smoke, which makes people peaceful and warm!