Late at night, I fold bamboos to know that the snow is heavy, and I gossip about mulberry trees and hemp to spend the spring and winter. Nowadays, wood-burning stoves are gradually leaving our lives.

Late at night, I fold bamboos to know that the snow is heavy, and I gossip about mulberry trees and hemp to spend the spring and winter. Nowadays, wood-burning stoves are gradually leaving our lives. There are restaurants with wood stoves in the city. Maybe the food cooked by wood stoves is unique; maybe it's a throwback to ancient times.

But my parents’ kitchen remodel did not build a wood-burning stove, and it was not suitable for one. Today's natural gas stoves are quick and convenient to turn on. How should I fulfill my parents' wishes? After all, there are no firewood stoves, and there are always some bamboo and wood straws in the countryside with nowhere to stack them.

So I searched for a firewood stove on the Internet, a new type of smokeless earth stove for burning wood in rural areas, and it was removable, so I decisively bought it. The day I dragged it home and unloaded it in the yard, my mother was eager to use it. "There is a furnace door, a trough for collecting ashes, and a chimney." The mother was as curious as a child. It was my mother's birthday a few days later, and the wood-burning stove came in handy. The whole family came back, and under the pergola in the yard, people picked vegetables, washed dishes, and my sister took charge of the ladle. Mother kept the wood-fired stove burning brightly. , it's fun.

After the birthday, the wood stove was pushed to the main room and put on hold. It could not be placed in the newly renovated kitchen. Half a month later, I returned to my hometown again and saw that the two elders had properly placed the firewood stove in a utility room. A window on the east side of the utility room happened to be missing a piece of glass, and the chimney came out from there. A wooden platform was built as a chopping board, and piles of firewood were stacked neatly on the west side. The two elders seemed very satisfied with their results. This became their back kitchen. In the cold winter, burning firewood really felt like It's warm and cozy. The new kitchen is used interchangeably with the wood stove, so it's up to them to get older. I just turned on the lights a little bit.

That square pot table condenses the lives of generations of people in the countryside - do you still remember those stacks of firewood in your hometown, that stove, and the ancestors who passed away beside the stove? The years are passing by, and the countryside is changing with each passing day. The firewood stoves in our memories will eventually become memories.