He remembers the beautiful patterns of those dishes. Also, he often sat by the roadside to watch the dust-covered old kilns puffing white smoke. At night their chimney fires reddened the skies.
他經常坐在路旁，望著這一座座土灰的老窯，時時有冉冉的白煙升空；到了晚上，煙囪裡噴出的火舌，更是映得滿天紅霞。