“又见炊烟升起,暮色罩大地,想问阵阵炊烟,你要去哪里?”每次听到邓丽君的《又见炊烟》,不觉人就恍惚了。思绪如缕缕轻烟,随风摇摆,飘忽不定。仿佛又回到童年,回到故乡的小山村,暮色苍茫,炊烟袅袅。至今清晰记得,祖母在村上是出了名的慢性子。别人家都端起碗吃饭了,祖母才走进厨房生火做饭,烟囱开始冒烟。劳动人民充满智慧,在 “See also smoke rising, twilight cover the earth, want to ask bursts of smoke, where are you going? ” Every time I heard Teresa Teng, “see also smoke”, unknowingly trance. Thoughts like a plume of smoke, swaying, erratic. As if back to childhood, back to the hometown of the small village, twilight vast, smoke curl. So far clearly remember that grandmother in the village is notorious chronic child. Others are bowls of rice, grandmother went into the kitchen to cook, the smoke began to smoke. Working people are full of wisdom, at