Cooking smoke rural symbols

□ Pan Xinri

Cooking smoke is the flag hanging out of the chimney, floating in the wind ...

For generations of grandparents, the smoke of smoke connects the fireworks of the family. The souls of the villages are tied in the wooden stoves of the kitchen. The root system is the flames of burning, always carrying the temperature of the world.

Ancient smoke was a sign of the rise and fall of a family. The longer the smoke drifting, the more the population of the family. Modern people, smoke is almost average, the population of every family is close, and the time is almost the same. At this time, cooking smoke only represents the hard work of the family.

For three meals a day, cooking smoke is always a frame of pictures, and it is set as a peaceful age under the Qianlang. This frame of rural areas can bring infinite reveries and good hope to the countryside.

Daily and night, year and night, cooking smoke always adheres to the countryside, always floating on time from the chimney of each household, a light posture, permeating the simple local taste, carried the mother's love, contained in With a strong nostalgia, it brings us not only the daily life of the people, but also an infinite hope and pursuit of a family. It is the grandmother's concern, the grandfather's nagging, the care of the brothers and sisters and the mutual hardships.

Nowadays, cooking smoke has become a memory of history. They have gradually disappeared into people's attention. They disappear, and there are endless nostalgia ... cooking smoke, it will rise, it will be rising, in the hearts of the wandering, in the dream of the countryside.

Ancient well

A well, the lifeblood of a village allows life to reproduce and interpret more true love.

Gujing feeds the entire village. The clear well water allows people in the village to have the taste of life for generations.

The well -like well, like the sun, is more like the moon. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, the star elf, and the essence of the earth. strength.

In life, there is a well accompanied by well. It is a blessing of a person. Ancient wells, always dedicating Ganquan to the countryside. The kind of selflessness can not find a trace of utilitarian heart. Therefore, it has also raised the eternal and simplicity of the countryside.

Ancient well is the conscience of the countryside, showing the true feelings.

More and more grateful to the ancient well, more and more missed ancient wells, selflessness, and its clarity.

In the years, the sweetness of life is reflected in the well. Get up early and hit a clear well water for parents. This is filial piety. Go home in the evening and give the home full of well water. This is love. Between the neighbors, two barrels of water for the old or weak teenagers are nostalgia. Many times, Gujing is a bond that maintains affection and hometown. Ancient well, that Wang Qingquan, sweet in his heart, drunk in dreams ...

Daemon

Luxian is the punctuation of the countryside, marking the harvest of crops and the smile of the folks.

Throughout the year, the corner of the rice farm stayed lonely, waiting lonely waiting for wheat harvest and rice to mature. It was waiting, waiting for harvest and busy. When I was young, I always felt that Lu was leisurely, just like the egg under God, no one cares, and no one asked. In the wind and rain, it is exposed to everyone’s eyes. In fact, its heart is hot, covering it. With the heartbeat of the entire village.

For a long time, I regarded Luya as the hardest teeth of food. All full of fullness was bitten by him and spread it on the bright chest of the rice farm. The golden piece of golden was rendering the excitement of the farmer, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset sun, and the afterglow of the sunset was set off , Laughing in the dream.

One year after year, the pace of Lao Niu has already written its tenacity. Each of its flip is read out of the verses of the grain. Knowing how much time it worked with a generation of ancestors, it had been working.

In my hometown, on the rice farm made of soil, Lu Yan will always be accompanied by loneliness and loneliness to complete food. It is like a hermit, pointing to the rivers and mountains in the blandness, tastes the sufferings of the world, waiting quietly in the world, waiting quietly , Nourish thousands of joy.

Gradually, I finally understood that from the wild stone to the luggage, the furry was destined to be carved into his life by the stonemith, and he carved his life in, and each one was inlaid with the soul of the craftsman.

Lugao is the gall of rice farm.

Its footsteps only walked above the grain. It was a busy rolling machine. Many tiredness was compressed into sweat grains, giving the grain the light of humanity.

After turning around, behind it was the hope of the countryside, the aroma of food, and the bright smile of the farmers.

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