炊烟炊烟在村庄的上空弥漫,上面是瓦蓝瓦蓝的天,炊烟在下面翻滚着,越升越高,越高越淡,到最后变得无影无踪,仿佛它们从来就不曾存在过。我不知道炊烟的故乡在哪里,我曾经想过,它在云上面。当我看到一块云飘过村庄的上空时,我总觉得炊烟就站在上面。只是我从来也没有见过,我想象不出,它们为什么要站在云上面。我有时候又想,也许它们是被风带走了。村庄里多的是风,谁也不知道它藏在哪里,它总是 Smoke above the village was filled with smoke, above it was the day of the tile-blue tile, and the smoke tumbled under it. The higher and the higher the higher and the lower the light, the last to disappear as if they had never existed before. I do not know where the smoke of the hometown, I have thought it over the clouds. When I saw a cloud drifting over the village, I always felt that smoke stood on it. It’s just that I’ve never seen it before, I can not imagine why they’re standing above the clouds. Sometimes I think, maybe they are taken away by the wind. There is more wind in the village, and nobody knows where it is hidden. It is always