炊烟

Shitang the beautiful lake, sparkling water waves, golden bright rape, far short rising plume of smoke house, there came a vague whistle of a long absence, the river ...... He stood, half-bent for us pictures of your body really does not burly figure showing a bit more gaunt.

美丽的石塘湖，盈盈的水波，金黄灿烂的油菜花，远处矮屋里升起的缕缕炊烟，还有隐隐约约传来的久违的笛声……他站在河边，半弯着身子为我们留影，本来就不魁伟的身材更显出几分憔悴。

Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me: firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck flighting in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the marshes.

初访沼区的那段记忆画面犹在：篝火映照半个脸庞，只听见叽叽喳喳喧叫不停的鹅声，振翅拍打寻吃的鸭子嘎嘎声，还有哪不知从何处传来的男孩歌唱声参杂在一起，只见木筏顺流而下，透过燃烧的芦苇聊聊炊烟落日霞光万道，崎岖河流一直延伸到沼泽深处。

In the Xinyi East Village at the end of Changchun Road, smoke rose from the kitchen chimneys of the low houses of the military quarters.

长春路底的信义东村堙A那些军眷宿舍的矮房屋，一家家的烟囱都冒起了炊烟；锅铲声、油爆声，夹著一阵阵断续的人语喧笑，一宜洋溢到街上来、除夕夜已渐渐进入高潮──吃团圆饭──的时分了。

Mountain breeze scratch Valley, stockade where Tengqi of smoke by the wind, stones piled-up residential areas, dense forest, the cabbage into pieces, in the blue sky, the form a beautiful picture, and this is普尔巴斯基home, cutting Suomo Takemura shangzhai township.

山风刮过谷地，寨子里腾起的炊烟随风飘散，石头堆砌的民居，茂密的森林，成片的白菜地，在蓝天白云下，构成了一副美丽的画卷，这就是普尔巴斯基的家，梭磨乡砍竹村上寨。

Each and every tile-covered house in hometown has its own independent chimney, while what a pity such houses become rare and rare nowadays, which leads the kitchen range and kitchen smoke turn to be pathless as migratory birds.

故乡的每一座瓦屋，都有一个独立的烟囱，只是这样的土房子越来越少，土灶和炊烟也成了绝迹的候鸟。

About Flower Street, Qunfeng Splendor, old wood scraping tree, holding the joy of my childhood, like a loving woman who waited at the entrance to the village, home of the plants and trees ah, all I am deeply moved heart sinking wanderer , raised his head and looking at the sky, white clouds lit, blue sky remains the same, home of the smoke out the burning straw, willowy taste of childhood feeling underlay the long, sniffing the warm feeling.

走进花街，群蜂蝶舞，老木刮树，牵着我的童年的欢乐，象一位慈爱的老妇人守在村口，故乡的一草一木呀，都撩拨着我那颗游子的心，抬起头仰望天空，白云片片，蓝天依旧，故乡的炊烟袅娜出烧谷草的味道，童年的感觉蕴蓄的太久，嗅之倍感亲切。

Wake up by and by, and look to see what done it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see -- just solid lonesomeness.

到这时，有点儿炊烟不会惹人注意，我们便从鱼钩上取下几条鱼，煮一顿热呼呼的早饭。然后我们便面对着河上的寂寞，懒洋洋地、懒洋洋地睡了过去。等到慢慢醒来，看看情况，也许会看到一只轮船一路喘着气，往上游开去。

From here I could see the old church on the island of Iona,not far away to the west,and smoke from people's houses on Mull,to the east.

从这儿我能看见西边不远处爱欧娜岛上古老的教堂和东边马尔岛上的住户的房中冒出的炊烟。

Do you know, i need you to come back

你知道吗，我需要你回来

Yang yinshu、Wang xiangsheng、Li decang,The first discovery of haemaphysalis conicinna.

1〕 杨银书，王祥生，李德昌。安徽省首次发现嗜群血蜱。