记得小时候,家里炒菜做饭都是烧柴火。一次,母亲炒菜时,要我帮着添柴。可不知怎的,灶火却烧得直冒浓烟,呛得我咳嗽不止。“怎么这些柴烧得尽是烟呢?”我埋怨着。“不是这些柴烟多,而是你没有把柴烧好。”母亲说着,拿起一根棍子,蹲在灶前,把棍子伸进灶里拨弄着。 I remember when I was young, cooking at home was burning firewood. Once, my mother cooking, I asked for help Tim wood. But I do not know what, stove fire was burnt smoke, choke I cough more than. “How do you burn these firewood?” I complained. “Not more of these wood, but you did not burn the firewood.” Mother said, picking up a stick, squatting in front of the stove, sticking the stick into the stove.