那一缕烟

1、那一缕烟-悲伤作文700字

人的一生是漫长的，也是短暂的，每个人都会有离开的那一天，而那天我看到的那一缕烟，说明了一切。

A person's life is long and short. Everyone will have the day when I leave, and the smoke I see that day shows everything.

那天，我陪着爸爸妈妈一起去散步，因为正好是暑假，所以我回到了农村，眼看着马上就要走到村口了，一幅人生注定要见到的悲伤场面进入了我的眼中，只见一家人正在为已经去世了的亲人守灵，在那几个人的中央放着一口大棺，在一张大木桌子上正放着故人的黑白照片，照片中的人正对着他们微笑，让这里增添了几分凄凉与诡异，照片旁的烛光被风所玩弄着，似乎马上就要熄灭了，那一朵朵雪白的花朵令太阳都暗淡无光了，那些人嘴角低垂着，脸上都有一道道的泪痕，他们一动也不动，似乎个个都被定身术定住了，地球也防佛停止了转动，空气变地凝重了起来。

That day, I went with my parents to take a walk. Because it was the summer vacation, I returned to the countryside and saw that I was about to go to the village entrance immediately. A sad scene I was destined to see in my life entered my eyes. I saw it. I saw it.The family is guarding the spirit of the loved ones who have died. There is a large coffin in the center of the people. The black and white photos of the old man are placed on a large wooden table.A little desolate and weird. The candlelight next to the photo was played by the wind. It seemed to be out immediately. The white flowers made the sun dim.With the tears of the Tao, they didn't move. It seemed that all of them were settled by the fixed surgery. The earth also stopped the Buddha's stop turning, and the air became dignified.

路边的花草好像被这一幕给感动了，纷纷垂下了头，周围十分安静，连一根针掉到地上也听得见，但是偶而会有几声汽车的喇叭打破了这死亡一般地安静，旁边不时会有几声乌鸦的叫声，风“呼呼”的吹过树林，这里简直就是人间地狱。

The flowers and plants on the road seemed to be moved by this scene, and they dangled their heads. The surroundings were very quiet. Even a needle fell to the ground and could hear it, but occasionally a few cars that broke the death and were quiet.From time to time, there will be a few crows, and the wind blows through the woods. This is simply hell on earth.

只见一个男人两指间夹着一支烟，他把手幔幔地抬了起来，用嘴猛了一口，他的目光很呆滞，似乎不能接受亲人去世了的事实，他的嘴半张着，烟一点点地往外冒，最后他叹了口气，烟又从他的口中飘了出来，一直在他的头上飘着，久久都没有散去，这一镂烟不仅萦绕在他的心头，更萦绕在他的心头萦绕在他记忆的最深处。

I saw a man holding a cigarette between two fingers. He lifted his hand curtain and stunned with his mouth. His eyes were dull and seemed to be unable to accept the fact that his loved ones had died. His mouth was half open.The smoke rushed out a little bit, and finally he sighed, and the smoke floated out of his mouth again. He had been floating on his head, and he hadn't dispersed for a long time.Holming his heart and lingering in the deepest part of his memory.

只见他的眼眶湿润了，我原以为他会把心中对这天命的不满与悲伤在这一刻都发泻出来，可是他没有，他依旧把这股复杂的情感藏在了自己的心中，他的嘴抽搐着，突然一滴滴晶莹的泪珠从他的眼中流下，掉到了泥土上，他又抬起了手，正准备再吸一口，只见他轻轻地摇了摇头，似乎想到了什么，又狠狠地把烟扔到了地上，于是便用手捂着脸，大声地哭了起来，周围的人都来安慰他，这时，妈妈拉着我的手一起回家了。

I saw his eyes wet, and I thought he would make his dissatisfaction and sadness in his heart at this moment, but he did not, he still hid this complex emotion in his heart, heHis mouth twitched, and suddenly a drop of crystal tears flowed down from his eyes, fell to the soil, he raised his hand again, and was about to take another breath. He saw him shook his head gently.He threw the cigarette to the ground again, so he covered his face with his hand and cried loudly. The people around him came to comfort him. At this time, the mother pulled my hand home together.

“人有悲欢离合、月有阴晴圆缺”。没有人能够永生，所以，请珍惜眼前的亲人，不要让遗憾永远留在自己心中。

"People have sadness and joy, and the moon is gloomy."No one can live forever, so please cherish the loved ones in front of you, don't let regret stay in your heart forever.

2、轻嗅那一缕轻烟_关于外婆的作文900字

熟悉的路延伸在前方，一缕缕炊烟悠悠飘旋上青天。迈开轻盈脚步，我再次踏上归程。空气中酝酿着熟悉的柴木燃烧后的古朴焦味……

The familiar road extends in front, and a ray of smoke fluttering on the sky.With a light footsteps, I stepped on the return journey again.The simplicity of the familiar firewood after burning in the air ...

幼时的我放假后便欢天喜地地奔向乡下外婆家，一住便是两三周。

When I was a child, I ran to the country ’s grandmother's house with joy when I was on my holiday.

夏日的傍晚，空气中尽是孩子们的欢笑声。我与同龄的孩子在水塘里打水仗，你泼我一脸，我泼你一身。当我们筋疲力尽地躺在草地上喘气时，远处低矮的土房群上，一缕浅灰色炊烟，先是试探性地探出一个头，随后却肆意妄为地在空中舞起来。暗青色的天幕，一缕炊烟，似是无依无靠，却又好像自由洒脱，如一段被善舞女子随意甩开的轻盈水袖，绵延入天空。而我便会兴奋地抓起鞋子、跳进小路、冲向家中。狂奔的路上，我总会嗅着一点点、一丝丝的炊烟气息。那飘渺的气息中，带着柴木的古朴清香，也带着外婆身上的似土地的芳香。我深吸一口气，让那缕气息流进鼻尖、而后溢满大脑；随后便提起裤子，鼓足劲冲回家中。

In the summer evening, the air is the laughter of the children.I fight with the children of the same age in the pond. You splatter my face and I splash you.When we were lying exhausted on the grass, we were panting on the grass, and a ray of light gray smoke on the low soil houses in the distance, first tentatively revealed a head, then danced in the air in the air.The dark blue sky, a ray of smoke, seems to be helpless, but it seems free and free, like a light water sleeve that was randomly drumped off by a good dance woman, and fell into the sky.And I will excite my shoes, jump into the path, and rush to my home.On the way to run, I always smell a little, a trace of smoke.In the misty atmosphere, with the quaint and fragrant fragrance of firewood, and the aroma of the land like the grandmother.I took a deep breath, let the strands of breath flow into the tip of my nose, and then filled my brain; then I raised my pants and rushed home.

回到家中的我兴奋地掀开厨房门口挂着的淡紫布帘，果然看见的是外婆烧柴做饭的情景。外婆略微弓着背，将脸探进锅口不断溢出的白汽中。外婆那苍老的脸在一片氤氲之中似乎褪下一层干瘪的、布满树根般错杂皱纹的壳，留下的只有一双闪烁着慈爱光芒的眼睛和一片和蔼的笑容。我看得出神时，外婆就会用手轻敲我的脑门，略有责怪之意地对我说：“怎么又湿了一身？又去玩水了？小心感冒!”而我呢，随意地点点头，仍目不转睛地盯着漆黑锅口上那一片梦幻的白烟。外婆只是无奈。我又淘气地凑到锅边，想着也要闻一闻那如纱般轻薄的白烟究竟是何味道，去不曾想被浓浓黑烟呛得直咳嗽。外婆听闻便转过头来，看着吹胸脯直咳嗽的我轻声呵责道：“你这孩子也真是顽皮！”却也边轻轻拍打我后背直通气，边递给我清水。我总会看到，有一缕青烟在外婆周围环绕、舞蹈，在外婆的银发上、满是皱纹的脸上、粗糙的手上、皮肤开裂的脚上留下它轻盈的舞步。

Back at home, I excitedly opened the pale purple curtains hanging at the door of the kitchen, and she saw the scene of my grandmother burning firewood and cooking. Grandma bowed slightly and pushed her face into the white vapor that was constantly overflowing with the pot. The grandmother's old face seemed to have faded a layer of dry -like -shaped and wrinkled shells in a sloppy layer, leaving only a pair of eyes and a kind of kind smile. When I can see my mind, my grandmother knocked my head gently with my hand, and said to me a little blame: "Why is it wet again? Go to play with the water again? Be careful of a cold!" And I nodded at will, randomly nodded, at random, Still watching the dreamy white smoke on the mouth of the dark pot. Grandma is just helpless. I also naughty to the pot, thinking about what it smells about the light smoke like the gauze, and I never wanted to be coughing by the thick black smoke. My grandmother turned around when I heard it, and I looked at the bragging breasts and cough, and I whispered: "Your child is really naughty!" But I also patted my back to ventilate and handed me water. I will always see that there is a ray of green smoke surrounding and dancing around my grandmother. On my grandmother's silver hair, a wrinkled face, rough hands, and cracked skin, it leaves its light dance steps.

我和外婆在院子里吃饭。夜幕即将降下，周围一个又一个低矮的土灰色烟囱开始缓缓吐出一缕又一缕的炊烟。在橘黄色的夜幕底衬下，那一缕缕细细的、弯弯的炊烟被晕染上一层淡淡的金色，在余晖下柔和地闪烁着。当墨色天幕挂上时，村庄便随着最后一缕炊烟的消逝而沉静下来，只留下田间和草丛中此起彼伏的蛙叫和虫鸣。

My grandmother and I ate in the yard.The night is about to fall, and the low -gray chimneys around them are slowly spit out a ray of cooked smoke.On the bottom of the orange night, the thin and thin, curved smoke was stained with a light layer of gold, flashed softly under the afterglow.When the ink -colored sky curtain was hung, the village calmed down with the disappearance of the last ray of smoke, leaving only the frogs and insects in the fields and grass.

静谧的夜晚，我伴着外婆轻浅的歌谣，闻着外婆发间炊烟的味道，沉沉入睡…….

On a quiet night, I was accompanied by my grandmother's light ballad, smelling the smell of cooking smoke between my grandmother, sleeping deeply ...

如今的我再次忆起，那一缕缕炊烟早已伴着我的外婆、我的故乡，到达我记忆深处的一片净土，在那儿缓缓升腾。

Today, I remembered again that the strands of cooking smoke have long been accompanied by my grandmother and my hometown to reach a pure land in my memory, and slowly rising there.