炊烟 (chuī yān): ควันจากปล่องไฟในห้องครัว

In the evening, I stood at the entrance of the village and saw wisps of cooking smoke rising from every rooftop, and I knew it was time to go home for dinner.

In the early morning, the cooking smoke from the mountains intertwined with the thin mist; seen from afar, it looked like a light ink-wash painting.

Having left my hometown for many years, whenever I think of the cooking smoke on the roof from my childhood, a warmth wells up in my heart.

After the war, the village regained its calm, and in the evening one could again see cooking smoke rising from the new houses beside the ruins.

He got lost in the deep mountains, tired and hungry, when suddenly he saw a wisp of cooking smoke in the distance and headed in that direction.