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When I was a child, every time I cooked, white smoke would come out from the chimney of my kitchen, like a flag raised in Ran Ran, which always guided me to go home quickly. Getting closer and closer to home, accompanied by the smoke from the kitchen, I was intoxicated by the thick fragrance.

At that time, every household in the countryside was relatively poor, and there was no fish in the farmhouse meal, mainly rice and vegetables, which seemed relatively simple and simple. However, the rice, wheat and radish vegetables grown at home are very green and environmentally friendly, which makes people feel at ease and enjoy life.

When you are free, take out the bench at home and sit in front of the house without saying a word. I watched the smoke from the chimney of the villagers' house for a long time and smelled the smell of straw mixed with smoke. I feel very warm and happy. There is no wind in the morning, and the smoke from the chimney of the villagers' house has been "standing" on the roof, which is quite a scene of "lonely smoke in the desert". At noon, the smoke rose, and the villagers went out of the fields and rushed home. When they smelled the food, the tired villagers seemed to take light steps. It seems that cooking cigarettes can eliminate people's fatigue! In the evening, the smoke is so light and beautiful, like groups of lovely and pure little angels scrambling to fly into the sky, and soon disappeared. Seeing this, I have a kind of warmth in my heart. I guess, where did the smoke go? Are the clouds in the sky gathered by smoke? This sudden discovery excited me, and I was full of longing ... I knew at an early age that a wisp of smoke was the best life and hope for a family.

At the age of eighteen, I put on my fat military uniform and carried Shu on my back, and went to the mountainous area in western Zhejiang that I couldn't find in my dream, and became a signal soldier. On the first May Day of the military camp, the company arranged for me to stand guard in the military camp. Standing on the sentry post, listening to the laughter of the comrades in the barracks, my heart flies freely together. Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky, and I suddenly woke up from reality. I saw a shallow column of smoke coming out of the farmhouse, far away, but clearly visible, forming a beautiful pastoral picture. At this time, I couldn't help crying when I thought of my hometown in northern Jiangsu thousands of miles away. Immature young people, far away from their distant hometown for the first time, feel so fragile, like a fish thrown on the beach. It is futile to think of going back to the sea, drinking water with my mouth open, and struggling repeatedly ... Later, under the example of army leaders and veterans, I mastered the necessary qualities of being a soldier, gradually matured from recklessness and became a qualified PLA soldier. Since then, I have served in the mountainous areas of western Zhejiang for more than ten years, and I have never cried for homesickness.

Time is like a faint smoke. Unconsciously, I retired and returned to the small town to settle down for more than ten years. Countless nights, I opened the window and saw that it was dark, but the traffic on the road was full of dizziness. Looking at strangers who don't belong to me, I often fall asleep, and sometimes I don't sleep a wink all night. For a long time, I didn't know what I was looking for. I have passed the age of no doubt, and I am still like a child who will never grow up. I have been simply looking at the world and looking for my own scenery. Although time doesn't allow me to try too much, I shouldn't easily gamble on the origin of life that is not worth lingering, causing a lot of regrets. Therefore, on the journey of life, we need to cherish every little bit, truly be free from distractions, always keep a healthy and happy heart, and live frankly, comfortably and truly. Only in this way can we see the sunset glow accompanied by birds returning to Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are all the same.

I went back to my hometown some time ago for something. I just walked to the entrance of the village and saw the smoke from the villagers' chimneys, which reminded me of the past. The past kept shaking in front of my eyes, and I seemed to be a child again. There is a proverb that once wrote, when you are poor, you don't forget your hometown, but you can't give up your hometown when you are rich; There are thousands of acres of fertile land under your feet, and you only love one inch of land in your hometown. Cooking smoke in my hometown is my eternal yearning for a wanderer who has left my hometown for many years. I feel particularly familiar and kind after seeing it. After I came back, the smoke from the kitchen over my hometown still lingered in my mind for a long time. I sincerely wish the villagers a better, sweeter and more prosperous life like a wisp of smoke!