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in an evening, the village from a distance, I suddenly have a strange feeling. While the twilight is deep, hazy mist, smoke curling childhood had disappeared.
Yes ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], memories of home, most people feel in the curl of smoke that evening! Whether playing in the field of juvenile fat children, or field work of fellow, every see the smoke from, are invariably rope to the home country roads! Children will stop playing playing back her own basket full of grass Vitex, her own cheerful, all the way home I ran to the bounce. After a hard day's great that people can finally straightened up, long to breath, then say hello to each other [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hoe and go. Swaying over the misty village smoke curling is the warmth of home is the call of their loved ones!
think of the lost childhood, remembered through the hands of their mother cocoon curling smoke rising, so I moved again and again! Think of smoke to think of happy childhood times and went their separate ways the junior partner. At the time of rural children after school to the Wali is not cutting firewood fire. To the field, the children first Sahuan have had enough, at dusk, and then half-heartedly picked up some straw-like rush, rush home to three to five partnering. The evening of the villages, serene quiet, homing birds, the children like the little bird to flap the house fly. Smoke, the smell of the mush of sweet fragrance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to hear his mother's cordial Summoner ... ... see the smoke plume [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], now Dancer, now released into the atmosphere, like a light ribbon bar, the childhood memories away wrapped tightly around the !
Today, walking in the streets of the village, it is difficult goodbye to smoke. All the modern cooking tools readily available, people will be able to do something to eat sweet and smoky and delicious meals. Those bitter memories, like the smoke curl Piaoyuan, but the smoke in the memory, not by time, the dry, fleeting, time flies, but even more clear. Partner and then a small interesting stories, like Zaotang flame, still warm with me, still clearly demonstrated.
hometown of smoke, gone. It is like a turn later historical picture, recorded the bitter joy of the village. Standing in the village, I think of the smoke away!