土烟下乡回到老家的时候,忙完公事,我赶紧回一趟家里。低矮逼仄的土房子里,老母亲跟同村年过八旬的老嫂子阿莎正在吞云吐雾地聊着,两个都已鬓毛花白的老人手里各自夹着香烟,一句长一句短地唠叨,一起打发苍老的时光。二嫂在一旁给两位老人端茶倒水。我赶紧掏出香烟,给两位老人敬烟。看到我回家来,母亲满脸的皱纹立刻就变成了绽放的菊花。我忙问母亲近来身体怎样,饭量怎 Soil smoke back home when the countryside, busy business, I quickly back home trip. Low-level cramped house, the old mother with the village over eighty years old sister-in-law Asha is puffing to chat, both have a gaudy old hands clutching their cigarettes, a long one short To nagging, together to kill the old time. Sister in the side to the two elderly poured tea. I quickly pulled out cigarettes and smoked cigarettes to two old men. When I came home, the wrinkles of my mother’s face turned into blooming chrysanthemums immediately. I am busy asking my mother how the body recently, how appetite