Arrive sadly when dusk, rise to wave in the wind nearby smoke from kitchen chimneys. Right now, the people that works one day is chasing the flavour that that smoke from kitchen chimneys sends out to come home in succession. This is I am opposite when the deep memory that home town lives.
当暮色悄然降临，不远处升起袅袅炊烟。此时，劳作一天的人们追赶着那缕炊烟散发的味道陆续回家。这是我对儿时家乡生活的深刻记忆。
Leave home town for a long time, right over there some forgot the about of smoke from kitchen chimneys and aroma. A day I am when book of disease of act vigorously pen, in the heart ineffable remembered a grandma, dialed that string to be familiar with already unfamiliar number. The phone transmits the sound of the grandma that, my sound choked with sobs, does grandma care ground ask me the body is good recently? How to learn? That sound has the grandma the dot is noisy, it is to be in it seems that light fire to cook. I as if the look that saw ambiguous smoke from kitchen chimneys rises, in the heart acerb, burst into tears immediately. Then, I decide countryside coming home visits grandma and that long-unseen smoke from kitchen chimneys.
离开家乡很长时间了，对那里炊烟的模样与香气有些淡忘了。一天我正在奋笔疾书时，心中莫名想起了奶奶，便拨打了那串既熟悉又陌生的号码。电话那头传来奶奶的声音，我的声音哽咽了，奶奶关切地问我最近身体好吗？学习怎么样？奶奶那头的声音有点嘈杂，似乎是在燃火做饭。我仿佛看到了模糊的炊烟升起的模样，心中酸涩，顿时泪流满面。于是，我决定回家乡看望奶奶与那缕久违的炊烟。
The car leaves very quickly, too much without memory of there's still time still arrive stood. After getting off, I look around, searching the face with familiar home town. Below the setting sun, alley still, green hill as before I still am searching for …… the mother that —— lost the child like is same, agog ground is being searched, in to old curtilage there is that on alley the smoke from kitchen chimneys that detailed is full of fragrance.
车开得很快，还没有来得及回忆太多便到站了。下车后，我左顾右盼，寻找着家乡熟悉的面庞。夕阳下，小路依然，青山依旧……我依然在搜寻着——象一个丢失了孩子的母亲一样，急切地找寻着，在通往老宅的小路上找寻着那缕充满香味的炊烟。
Curtain of night is forthcoming, suddenly whole person quivers, calm case is in that is flashy: That is a ashen smoke from kitchen chimneys, wave to wave and go up with calm attitude. Gentle breeze has been blown, a kind of clear flavour is full of nasal cavity, my nose domestic flavour. I quickened the pace that come home. The one act that sees into the door makes my eye composition wet again: Grandma bend forward move the body is searching garlic of one small piece on the ground, it is so demanding, that kind is faint. Looking at this one act, my feeling waves a long time ago, the grandma always can give in those days have an insatiable desire for me what play to do a lot of delicious. Still remember burning hot summer, dusk time grandma is cooking, the kitchen is like a large steam box, grandma streaming with sweat. Fall to give a grandma heat, I go buying ice-lolly. Because my pace is hasty, bring about one Jiao fell on the way home, look at the ice-lolly that changed, I cry loudly. The grandma comes to my uprear, after patting clean dirt, laughing to say to me: “ good child, you have this heart, grandma with respect to content with one's lot. ” then, we eat happily removed flesh of braise in soy sauce. Thenceforth rises, I ased if to with smoke from kitchen chimneys the affection with some kind of ceaseless give up is thought of.
夜幕即将来临，忽然整个人一颤，定格在那一瞬间：那是一缕灰白的炊烟，以淡定的姿态飘飘而上。微风吹过，一种真切的味道充斥着鼻腔，我嗅到了家的味道。我加快了回家的步伐。进门看到的一幕又让我的眼睛作文湿润了：奶奶躬着身子在地上寻找着一小瓣蒜，是那么吃力，又那般无力。望着这一幕，我的思绪飘到很久以前，那时奶奶总会给贪玩的我做许多好吃的。犹记得炎热的夏日，傍晚时分奶奶正在做饭，厨房如一个大蒸笼，奶奶汗流浃背。为了给奶奶降暑，我去买冰棍。由于我步伐匆匆，导致在回家的路上摔了一跤，看着化了的冰棍儿，我嚎啕大哭。奶奶将我扶起来，拍干净灰尘后，笑着对我说：“好孩子，你有这份心，奶奶就知足了。”于是，我们便开心地吃起了红烧肉。从那时起，我仿佛与炊烟有了某种割舍不断的情思。
“ hey You, small granddaughter come back! Of ” grandma exclamation, interrupted my memory. I am busy there is a grandma before going up, and pick up garlic of one small piece. The grandma is playing my hand, resemble a child happily. After a communication, grandma busy move lights kitchen stove, that long-unseen smoke from kitchen chimneys rises a …… gradually again differ meeting, appetizing red carbonado go up desk. Smell is worn flesh of braise in soy sauce sends out the fragrance that come out, look at the girth of the walking with faltering grandma, stoop, happy, sweet tears in eyes is in my orbit revolve.
“哎呦，小孙女回来啦！”奶奶的一声惊呼，打断了我的回忆。我忙上前扶着奶奶，并捡起了一小瓣蒜。奶奶拉着我的手，开心地像个孩子。一阵交流后，奶奶又忙着燃起灶炉，那缕久违的炊烟又冉冉升起……不一会，香喷喷的红烧肉便上桌了。嗅着红烧肉散发出来的香味，看着奶奶蹒跚的步履、佝偻的腰身，幸福、香甜的泪花在我眼眶打转儿。
A smoke from kitchen chimneys is expecting to put in domestic boy far away from home 's charge, the warmth of a smoke from kitchen chimneys is full of home, that smoke from kitchen chimneys also wrote a grandma to granddaughter be very fond of! My life, let that smoke from kitchen chimneys be full of flavour!
一缕炊烟期待着归家的游子，一缕炊烟饱含着家的温馨，那一缕炊烟也写尽了奶奶对孙女的疼爱！我的生活，让那缕炊烟充满了味道！(文/段瑞)