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我最久远的记忆当属炊烟了,最早给我诗意感觉的也是炊烟。小时候,在村外疯玩儿累了,就坐在高高的树叉上遥望屋顶上有没有炊烟升起,袅袅的炊烟给人以温馨和满足之感,炊烟成为家的代名词。那个时候
My oldest memory is the smoke, the earliest poetic feeling is smoke. When I was a kid, I was tired of playing crazy outside the village. I sat on a tall tree and fork and looked up at the roof to see if there was any smoke rising. The curling of smoke gave a warm and fulfilling feeling. Smoke became synonymous with home. that time