Author: Yu Qiu Tong Xin
Once again, the big sun turned red and slowly descended from the other side of the mountain. With the whispering of autumn insects, the night came slowly. The farmers who came back by car were refreshed, and the joy of looking at the fruits that were about to be harvested had already been written on their faces. The sound of shouting cattle is full of tone sandhi, as if it were mixed with the flavor of local opera. Several people joined hands to cut down a car full of grass, so that people in the village could hear the sound of cars and people laughing from a distance. The winding path is narrowed by the scattered smoke, the busy figures of the daughters-in-law and the delicious food enrich the hearts of men, and the sweet joy turns into melodious whistles.
After dinner, a full moon was embedded in the treetops of a mountain not far away, a beam of silver light poured down through the branches, and the whole village was shrouded in it, and everything seemed so peaceful. Several ducks croaked to avoid the farmers' bombing, and the Sophora japonica in front of the door looked itchy and danced uneasily in the autumn wind. The dancing branches are like an elegant little girl with soft steps. Not far away, the maturing corn stood upright and bulging, as if it were a soldier waiting for a triumph.
After dinner, the men got together and sat at the gate of the yard, playing poker by moonlight. If you cheat, don't take J back to play J. I can still play big cards. Isn't that a tiger? Hehehe, you cheated? In everyone's jokes, the moonlight became hazy, and the farmers put away their cards, lit dry cigarettes and pattered about this year's harvest. The children chased each other in the moon field. See, the moon always runs behind me? ,? I can also push my long ladder to pick up the stars. Hehe, the child's words are so cute, but he is also a hooligan. He wants the moon after picking the stars.
As the night continued to fall, everything around us became blurred. At this time, the concept of time has been ignored. Occasionally? What time is it now? Why don't you go home? If you do this again, you won't be allowed to play tomorrow. Shouts were revalued. The men put away their tobacco bags and walked to their homes with smiles. The children are no longer noisy, and everything seems quiet. Just when the lights were on at home, Qiu Chan and all kinds of insects suddenly sounded, and the sound spread in all directions. At this moment, a leaf touched my head and fell to the ground. I looked for it by moonlight, as if I had found a golden autumn. ......
Beautiful Prose Describing Rural Areas: Cooking Smoke in Rural Areas
Author: meet by chance
In my memory, the smoke in the countryside is so beautiful, emitting a faint smell of firewood, or straight or curved or drifting with the wind; Or come out of the chimney, or scattered all over the floor. It listens to the cock crow and the dog bark. This is the scene of the mountain village. Pictures often appear in my mind. Although it is also cooking smoke, it is different all year round. It shows its charm and ten thousand customs, changing different beautiful scenery and different landscape paintings.
Cooking smoke is an angel who dresses up the world. It is a beautiful rural scenery, telling an ancient story and a song-like time. Smoke billows from cooking stoves, silently telling the joys and sorrows of farmers, and telling the longing and hope of generations. It is people's desire and yearning for a happy life. In the morning, with the crisp, pleasant and cheerful birdsong, the smoke from the kitchen fire began to rise, and people began to get up early and get busy in the fields. In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset turns the village into a golden yellow. People who have finished their work with kitchen smoke return to their warm homes one after another, and the whole family sits around and eats sweet meals. This is the happiness in people's hearts.
Cooking smoke is a unique symbol in rural areas, and every household can't keep warm and cook without cooking smoke. Whenever I see the smoke on the roof, I feel particularly cordial and excited. Mother is busy cooking for me, waiting for the children to come back from school. Sometimes the smoke rising early in the evening may indicate that an open-air movie will be shown in the countryside, so we can't help but speed up the pace of going home from school and go to show it after dinner early.
Although I have left my hometown for decades, in my deep memories and dreams, what I can't forget is the smoke from my hometown, and its feelings are always entangled in my heart. When there is smoke, home is always warm and kind. Although he was not rich at that time, his memory was full of happiness. I seem to see grandma and mom in the firelight, blinded by the smoke of wet firewood, cooking for me and telling me to get up early; As long as I see the smoke rising from the kitchen outside, it is like seeing the steaming and delicious food served by my mother. My heart is always full of happiness and sweetness! Cooking smoke is filled with happiness, warmth and love. The smoke in the kitchen may only be light tea and rice, but it is very sweet.
Cooking smoke is a symbol of life. Cooking smoke and villages, green trees, rivers, birds shuttling in the Woods and fields, busy people, constitute a beautiful picture. Cooking smoke floats in the fields and trees, like mist and gauze, covering the mountain village. The smoke from kitchen chimneys fluttered with the wind, just like a dancing fairy, with long sleeves and clothes fluttering. At this time, I will imagine, will the seven fairies also fly from the sky to the earth?
Without cooking smoke, the mountain village lost its elegance and looked particularly quiet and deserted. I really want to smell the unique taste of my hometown again, the smoke of my hometown; I really want to be on the hillside behind the house, watching the smoke, chasing it, floating and dissipating. In the morning, smoke and fog rise together, bringing out the best in each other; Drowned the thin figure of the shepherd boy, only heard the tinkling and faint cow bell. At night, the smoke reflects the beautiful sunset, accompanied by the sunset, tired birds return to their nests. The village with hazy night is reflected by the smoke of every household, showing a natural scene on earth. I always remember when I was a child, my mother got up early and cooked for me. Cooking smoke guards us with love; Where the lights are dim, what awaits us is home.
Nowadays, the smoke in the kitchen always floats across the country of memory like a dream and dissipates like a dream. The lingering thoughts linger in my mind and become memories that will never linger in my heart. The photos of my childhood are still in my memory. It's just that mom is old and grandma is gone. Cooking smoke is gradually disappearing in the countryside now, and time can't go back, only nostalgia and memories!
Cooking smoke is an unforgettable miss in the hearts of foreign tourists and a memory that will never be erased in everyone's heart. There are waiting relatives in the kitchen smoke, the warmth of home, the relatives I miss, my childhood partners and my beautiful memories. Cooking smoke has been stirring in my heart and affecting my life. Now I can't see the familiar cooking smoke in my hometown in the city, just wandering in my dream. I can only sing Teresa Teng's song "See the Smoke from Cooking" and recall the smoke from cooking in my hometown. My childhood footprints were left on a smoky country road. Our childhood with cooking smoke is also happy and beautiful! Cooking smoke is the product of the times. With the progress of social civilization, kitchen smoke gradually decreases and dissipates in rural areas, leaving only memories and nostalgia! But it will never dissipate in my heart.
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