Yesterday, a few friends asked me to climb the mountain behind my hometown. I said, you should have come earlier, this time of the year flowers are blooming past. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product. My friend's words are very casual, but I understand. Yes, every blade of grass blossoms, and every tree blossoms. Even in the snow and ice, there are still plums, there are still daffodils, there are still snowdrops ...... flowers are not finished.
Along the hillside upward, distant, full of mountains of acacia flowers are purely open there. Opened unheard of, pearl-like, scattered throughout the hillside. With the wind, a burst of aroma, the whole mountain is dense in the pure fragrance of acacia flowers.
A friend said, this is the most beautiful flowers she has seen in the rest of her life, pure and let you heart crystal bright.
"Another year the fragrance of the acacia flowers / evoked the innocent yearning of childhood / childhood playmates are nowhere to be found / let a person can not help but heartbreak / another year the fragrance of the acacia flowers / heart of the people do not know where / in the acacia flowers of this season / and remembered that the warmth of the night / hometown acacia flower boat / that's my childhood / childhood stories / and appeared in front of the eyes / the lover of the The boat of acacia blossoms / the fragrance floats in the heart / the heart is filled with love / sweeter than flowers."
A friend put the cell phone ringing open, suddenly, the mountains are full of Xie Jun's acacia flower fragrance.
The acacia flower, she opened in the countryside. Pristine, soft, mellow. I don't like that kind of red and purple, prematurely burning bloom. It is not quiet, and sometimes it will mess up the person's position. Just like the woman walking by, painted red lips, dyed nails, yellow hair, with a voluptuous. Can only look from afar, do not dare to approach, for fear of occupying the dyeing of bad luck. Samuel, just like a village girl, with a blue background white flowers of the plain sleeves. Nun general, quietly curling to. The breath, like a pool of water, clear and slender, far and bright. Not just simple, more clean, just like the "Hawthorn Tree" in the quiet fall. Simple, there is an initial beauty!
Friends more from the big city, tired of seeing the red lights and green. The purity of this mountain, from the beginning to see the full praise. I did not expect, this remote, can grow out of the cleanliness of the splendor. That kind of jealousy, that kind of admiration, beyond my imagination. I feel that they have come to the meaning of not wanting to go.
We began to do poetry, you a sentence I sentence, make the mountain seems to be full of poetry!
I'm used to seeing a lot of things, and I think they're not too concerned about this tree of elegance in the countryside. I don't want their hearts, in this mountain of green, all of a sudden also elegant.
Speaking of acacia flowers, the bottom of the heart always surging with a strand of fondness, from head to toe. Hours growing up in the mountains, full of hillsides are acacia. Every May, the fragrance can be around more than ten villages are dense to melt. Beekeeping southern brother and sister, with many bees to, specializing in their honey. According to the book, the best honey on earth, when the acacia flowers. Not because of how good the acacia flower, I'm afraid it's all because of the natural purity of the pure and pure it. Every year, we can eat a few mouthfuls of good acacia honey, that is the second master brewing acacia honey. The second master, specializing in the care of the mountain, the mountain is his home. Later, for several years, no one from the south ever came. I was afraid that the bees had lost their way, or that they had fallen in love with the landscape and were unwilling to leave. The second master took them and put them in a broken tank with an inverted incline to keep them. The second master kept them and heard that he bought good white sugar to feed them. Later, the bees really made honey. The Second Master was a strange man, who was seldom approached before. He was alone, guarding this mountain all by himself. It was only because there were bees to enjoy that they gradually wanted to come near him. Sometimes, the Second Master had to distribute the limited amount of honey made by the bees for us to eat. The sweet, refreshing aroma that slid down our throats made our entire childhood feel refreshed. From then on, I had a good feeling about Master Erlao! Later, I went to the second master's house when I had something to do. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
At that time, we liked to go to the acacia bush to catch bees. Almost every flower has a small bee, butt pouting there, kissing the fragrance of the flowers with all their hearts. Carefully pinched one, pinched the bladder, forcing her to spit out the honey coated to the nails, and then squinted and sucked between the lips. The sweet and mellow taste was far better than the taste of chicken, fish, meat and eggs. Sometimes, accidentally stung by bees, eyes full of tears, but still do not want to leave.
Later, the second master died. The mountain is full of 'acacia trees, but also uninterruptedly cut down. The first time I saw the bees, I saw the bees come in. The reason for this is that there is no more second old master here, and this is no longer a green mountain, and there is no more white acacia flowers on the hills in the old days. No one to keep bees, bees come from a long way, and a long way to go. The company has a lot of money to spend on the project, but it's not a good idea to do so.
In those years, this mountain is full of acacia, we eat acacia flowers as a meal, eat people fat head. The days are simple, but happy. At that time, perhaps because young people do not know the taste of sadness.
Now the days are better, they feel a little empty, as if more things are not enough to fill. Sometimes, it is necessary to find a piece of self-satisfaction. The city does not have acacia flowers, just occasionally in the table to see get. I heard that there are some artificial. People can also make acacia flowers? I'm not sure I can believe it.
It is because of this tree of acacia flowers, I remember the hometown, remember the mountain.
This mountain has been deserted since the death of the second master. Until the spring of 2016, the government implemented the "green forest program", only to restore the mountain to the original acacia splendor. Thank you to the government, thank you to let the mountain full of acacia flowers bloom of the townspeople, only because of you this feat, I once again smelled the childhood acacia flowers.
The vitality of the acacia can be said to be strong. Roots reach where, where will grow a few trees. That tree branches have sharp needles, very able to protect themselves. If there is an outlaw to come, pick her flowers, fold her branches, sure to be retaliated against. I said to my friend, my friend naive straight blinking eyes, as if listening to the fascinated. A few people, each pinched a few bunches, held in the lips and kissed y. Drunk, do not know the way back. A friend said, I will bring these flowers back to show my colleagues in the unit. This is the daughter of the dust opened up pure, they can envy death.
Speaking, we came to Ge Hong alchemy place. There placed a well, said to be Ge Hong alchemy with. The well is not deep, now not see the spring, not to mention the Dan. Ge Hong really know how to choose the place, standing here, can see all the acacia flowers. My imagination, I do not know that era can have acacia flowers.
I suddenly asked a classmate, the year under the mountain in the small school of the girl called Lijun how. No one answered, a mountain of quiet. Long gone. Another voice, carefully drifting from the fragrance of flowers, startled. So beautiful a juan woman, will also be gone? Said everyone's heart a pang of soreness. The year before last, after the Spring Festival party, still good. That day, she was talking and laughing, but also for everyone to sing a song Xie Jun's "acacia flower fragrance". That figure, really like this acacia tree pole, straight and exquisite. That skin color, like the white of this acacia flower, white and clear, as if a bullet. From a distance, I think it is the acacia flower-like white lady Suzhen. Many people regret to mention, that is the year, we chased the girl ah. It is now, killed me also do not believe, she will endure the heart, don't the world, a person alone and go. She and we together, are drinking the spring water here, eat the mountain acacia flowers grew up. Later, she went to university. Later, she stayed away from the north of Jiangsu. Then she didn't hear from us for years. Later, she got bone cancer. On the day of her death, her bones collapsed, but she was still beautiful.
I don't know who said, the cemetery forest in the west mountain, she may be in. When she died, she could not stay in that big city, begged her parents, insisted on going back. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say. Looking at the black-and-white inlaid tiled houses on the west hill, everyone's heart sank. If I were to die one day, I'd probably come back here, too. Because this is my hometown, here is my pure love acacia.
When we went down the mountain, we didn't say anything. In the fragrance of the flowers, it was as if everyone began to honor life for the first time.
Will you come back next year? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company. This thick, heartbreaking.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers on the tree, and then you can see the color of the flowers on the tree!
Looking back, this mountain of green, and green in the white.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the color of the glass, the color of the glass, the color of the glass, the color of the glass, the color of the glass.