“很喜欢炊烟的味道!”一位萍水相逢的朋友说。她说出了我心底的话。炊烟的味道,就是家的味道。我爱曲曲弯弯从村落农家升起的炊烟,更爱炊烟的味道。每次乘车从一个城市到另一个城市,总会经过很多村庄。我总是睁大眼睛,很惬意地欣赏着沿途的村庄。瓦房、鸡鸭、家犬、牛羊,一张张陌生而又熟悉的笑脸,我都爱看,都有种亲切感。正午前后或黄昏,如果还没有进入城市,就还有幸看到一缕缕炊烟,袅袅地从一个个农家小院升起来。我羡慕这些庄户人,一家人守着一缕香喷喷的炊烟,就是守着幸福。离开一座城市,我总是很激动,因为我又可以靠近 “I like the taste of smoke! ” A friend who meets again said. She uttered my heart words. The smell of smoke is the taste of home. I love the melody curving smoke rising from the village farm, but also love the smell of smoke. Every time you travel from city to city, you will pass many villages. I always open my eyes and enjoy the villages along the way. Wafangdian, chickens and ducks, dogs, cattle and sheep, a strange and familiar smile, I love to see, all kind of intimacy. Around midday or late afternoon, if you have not yet entered the city, you are still fortunate enough to see a plume of smoke rising curl up from one farmyard. I envy these Zhuang people, a family kept watching a plume of smoke, is guarding the happiness. I was always very excited to leave a city because I was close again