See cooking fumes.

I went to my friend's house in the mountains the other day. When I arrived, it was already dusk. The village is located in the embrace of mountains, as quiet as a dignified girl. Smoke escaped from the roof of the farmhouse, circled over the village, and finally turned into plumes of smoke, blending with Xia Yun.

I haven't seen kitchen smoke for a long time, and it's hard to find its trace in the city. Even in rural areas, electricity or liquefied gas has been used for cooking. Simple and quick. Everyone is in a hurry and has no time to pay attention to this fleeting smoke.

This winding smoke filled my whole heart instantly. Grandma's kind eyes appeared, mother's busy figure and the smell of rice crust floated in. When I was a child, I came home from school and was hungry to the entrance of the village. When I saw a wisp of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of my house and knew that my mother was cooking, I suddenly felt a warm and practical feeling.

I like the beauty of cooking smoke. On rainy days, the smoke from the kitchen chimney huddled together and slowly coiled on the roof, reluctant to leave; On windy days, the smoke in the kitchen disappears as soon as it comes out. On the tiles, on the treetops, or attached or hung with fine kitchen smoke, it gives people a fantastic feeling.

In the early morning, the smoke from the kitchen wakes up with people, like a lively fish. The water is pale, soft and smart. At night, the smoke from the kitchen rises from the roofs of various houses, interweaving with each other, like impressionist splash-ink paintings, which are particularly charming against the sunset glow.

I like the smell of cooking smoke. I remember when I was a child during the Spring Festival, cooking smoke always became particularly lush and rich. Mother bacon, cut, the meat inside is clean, transparent and golden yellow, with a good smell of kitchen smoke. Mother will take a piece and make it for the child. We held the stove and stared at the bacon in the pot with cat-like eyes. While adding firewood, mother lovingly said, "Go out, go out, I'll call you when it's ready." On the day when the bacon is cooked, the bacon is fragrant and the smoke is fragrant.

Cooking smoke or ordering takeout, without saying hello. As soon as the smoke rose, the men began to unload the animals, carrying plows and coming back laughing. The old people waved whips and came back amid the noise of cowbells ringing all the way. A diligent and sensible girl came back singing all the way with a basket on her side after washing clothes. In the smoke, what flows is warmth and happiness.

When I grow up, I wander around and often travel between cities. On the way by car, I often pass through the village, and my eyes are always greedily staring at everything in the village. There are cows returning at dusk, chickens foraging, barking dogs, kitchen smoke rising from the roof, and there must be a mother busy behind the kitchen. There is the smell of food, the eyes of a mother's love, and the smoke from cooking is the last comfort in the hearts of wanderers.

"The village is far away, and there is smoke in Yiyi market." Cooking smoke gives people a feeling of peace of mind and home. Holding a wisp of fragrant smoke also holds a warm and happy home.