开门,一股烟裹着刺鼻的气味冲出来,她把门敞到最大,猫腰进了厨房。找到炉钩子。烟仍沿着炉盖的缝隙往外冒。煤坯放得太多了。她把它们扒拉到旁边,又添些好煤,摁响鼓风机。火苗从一处窜起来,越来越旺。过一会儿,她关掉鼓风机。屋里的烟比刚才薄了些。她心想,要是晚上,又该那样了。那样就是她和女儿都煤烟中毒了。那是一个月之前的事。想起来就觉得后怕。 Open the door, a smoke wrapped in pungent odor rushed out, she opened the door to the maximum, the cat waist into the kitchen. Find the furnace hook. Smoke is still running along the crevice of the lid. Coal billets too much. She pulled them aside and added some good coal and a blower. Flames from a channeling, more and more prosperous. After a while, she turned off the blower. The smoke in the room was thinner than just now. She thought, if it was night, then again. That’s because she and her daughter are poisoned with soot. That was a month ago. Feel scared to think of it.