至今,乡下的母亲还烧着地锅。每次回去,母亲做饭时,我还是像小时候一样,坐在锅灶前,给她添柴烧火。往锅灶前一坐,我就会不由自主地想起小时候,想起冬天里在锅灶门前的那些幸福时光,想起那些难忘的温馨往事。烤火——冬天,屋外冰天雪地,寒气逼人,最温暖的地 So far, the country’s mother burned pot. Every time I go back, my mother was cooking, I was still as a child, sitting in front of the pot, give her a firewood. Sit back to the stove, I will involuntarily think of a child, think of winter in the pot in front of those happy days, think of those unforgettable memories of the past. Roasted fire - winter, outdoor ice and snow, cold pressing, the warmest