今年春节期间,我回到了聚族而居的老家。走在家乡水泥路面的道路上,我不时看到飞檐翘角庐陵风格的农家院落里升起的袅袅炊烟,只觉得浓浓的年味扑面袭来,入眼入心。这不由让我想起少年时老家房前屋后堆得高高的、瓷实的柴火垛。20世纪60年代的家乡,家家户户都有柴火垛,有的堆在院子里,有的堆在门前的空地上,有的堆在猪圈 During the Spring Festival this year, I returned to my hometown of people living together in the community. Walking on the road in his hometown of cement pavement, I sometimes see cornucopia Qiao Luling-style farm courtyard curl up the smoke, I just feel thick taste hit the face, eye-catching. This can not help but reminds me of a stack of tall, porcelain firewood in front of the house in my youth. In the 1960s, every household had wood fire stacks, some piled up in the yard, some piled on the open space in front of the house, and some piled on the pigsty