写下这题目,仿佛又看到母亲从一缕炊烟中走出来,用树皮般粗糙的双手,拍打掉衣服上的灰尘,理净发丛里的草渣。然后静默在老屋的矮檐下,像一只窝旁守候的老鸟,若有所待地张望着村前的小路。时间往往是黄昏,彩霞满天;或傍黑,薄暮冥冥。父亲还在田地里劳作。我和妹妹走在回家的路上。那时,最迫切的愿望,便是能望见自家屋顶上的炊烟——那甜暖的香,再远,也能点亮了我们的眼睛和脸庞。 Write down this topic, as if to see the mother came out from a wisp of smoke, with bark-like rough hands, beat off the dust on the clothes, clean the straw in the hair. Then silently under the low eaves of the old house, like a veteran waiting beside the nest, looked waited for the path in front of the village. Time is often dusk, Choi Ha sky; or dark, dark sky somewhere. Father is still working in the fields. My sister and I walked home on the road. At that time, the most urgent desire was to see the smoke on the roof of our house - the sweet, warm incense, and further away, our eyes and face could light up.