A passage describing rural cooking smoke

The paragraphs describing smoking in rural cooking are as follows:

Plumes of smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up before our eyes. The light blue smoke is full of the most common human breath, simple, warm and fragrant.

The children working in the corner of the field suddenly felt a sense of belonging when they saw the fluttering kitchen smoke. Because mangroves let them know that the place where smoke rises is their home, and where smoke rises, there are relatives waiting.

3. Cooking smoke is quiet, pure, light and ethereal. People try their best to show immortal souls. Cooking smoke is the cloud rising in the house, the ghost cremated in the firewood stove, and the voice and breath of the village.

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.

On a windy morning, the smoke from the kitchen at sunrise is like a colorful exclamation mark, reminding people that a busy day has begun.

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. Smoke billowed from the old houses scattered at the foot of the small mountain village. 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.

8. 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.

9. Cooking smoke in the mountain village, you are so kind, you are so provocative, just like a pure girl, deeply touching my heart, how happy I am to see cooking smoke, which is the return of my soul and the source of happiness in life.

10, the smoke in my hometown is lit in my heart at the moment. Those old houses scattered at the foot of the small mountain village are smoking. The swaying smoke is the news tree of the mountain village.