炊烟,老家农村肌肤上一块抹不去的胎记,是飘荡在农村蓝天白云间的一首歌,是流动在农村富饶土地上的一首赞美诗,那袅袅的炊烟里,有我熟稔的基因和缤纷的梦想。作为一个曾经的地地道道的农村人,我时刻眷恋着那片生我养我的美丽富饶的土地。我热恋的土地啊,无论躯体离家多远多久,地位如何升迁,体内流淌着的始终是老祖宗一代又一代流传下来的农村人的血液,嘴巴喘出的气中仍能过滤出家乡人的气息。我忘不了家乡的炊烟。那炊烟刻在我心中的记忆总是那样美妙,这种美妙的记忆是蜗居在城里的人所 Smoke, the hometown of rural areas on a piece of the skin does not get birthdays, is a song floating in the blue sky and white clouds in rural areas, is flowing in the fertile land of rural areas of a hymn, the curl of smoke, there are my familiar genes and fun dream. As a once-to-be-honest rural man, I always cherish the beautiful, fertile land that I gave birth to. My love land, ah, no matter how far the body from home, how to promote the status quo, the body is always flowing from generation to generation of ancestors passed down the blood of rural people, mouth breathing out of the gas can still filter out hometown people breath. I can not forget the smoke of my hometown. The memory of that smoke engraving in my heart is always so wonderful, this wonderful memory is dwelling in the city of people