袅袅的炊烟渐渐升起,偶尔拂过的风又将它无情地撕成缕缕的青丝,欲坠的夕阳似乎一不小心就会跌入如海的苍山。真有“苍山如海,残阳如雪”的凄美。傍晚了。她向灶里添了几根柴禾,红红的火光辉映着没有经过窗户摭挡的残阳,把她的白发变成了金黄。她站起身低头朝向灶台,闻闻从锅盖 The embarrassing smoke gradually rises, and the wind that occasionally blew it up relentlessly tears it into the black silk of the eaves. The sunset to fall seems to accidentally fall into the sea of ​​Cangshan. Really has the beauty of “Cangshan is like the sea and the sun is like snow.” It is late. She added a few firewood to the stove, and the red light reflected the sunbeam that had not been blocked by the window, turning her white hair into golden. She stood up and looked down at the stove, smelling it from the lid