Sophora japonica blooms at the end of the street. At this time of year, there will be trees full of Sophora japonica fragrance, which will make the whole street fragrant. If you stand under a locust tree when it rains, the rain will become My Sweetie. Those white flowers, clusters, hanging high on the branches, some wanton. In previous years, people always saw people picking Sophora japonica flowers with long and short poles, but in recent years, no one has picked them. More people are people like me who stay under the tree and smell the fragrance. In this city, in the reinforced buildings, there is still such a natural fragrance to smell. For those of us who come and go in a hurry every day and rush about for our lives, it is a gift from heaven! Now sitting at home, I open the window and vaguely smell that fragrance.
The fragrance of Sophora japonica tempted the sight of walking on the road. In the entanglement of flowers and rain, I seemed to have entered that colorful time again.
Whenever Sophora japonica is in full bloom, we run in the white sea of flowers, looking forward to the clusters of beautiful flowers. Under the temptation of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, the delicacy of Sophora japonica fills our young hearts with longing. After school, we always climb the pagoda tree with a few friends to climb the clusters of flowers, or we eat a lot of pagoda flowers with our mouths full. What a feast. Or put three or two flowers in your mouth and taste them slowly, which is quite elegant between chewing and swallowing. Or weave a wreath around your neck and then run and play happily in the streets. At this time, adults will also pick flowers in clusters in their leisure time and make steamed buns with boiling water at home. Or put it in rice and boil it into fragrant Sophora japonica porridge; Or mix it with eggs and make fragrant fried eggs with Sophora japonica. I still remember drooling at the smell of the fragrance and wandering around my mother looking forward to it.
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I like Sophora japonica in May for a reason.
I have been familiar with Sophora japonica since I was a child, and I am familiar with the thin and tough Sophora japonica leaves growing on dry branchlets. When I leave short leaves, I can use them to make some small crafts, such as hedges. Familiar with the strings of Sophora japonica like pod flowers, stroke a string and put it in your mouth to see the sweetness-very useful; There are also strings of Sophora japonica seeds-it always seems oily and full of juice, which will be sticky when pinched by hand.
The locust tree in my memory began at the gate of my hometown compound. It's a big locust tree, which is lush. In midsummer, it can cover a large hard flat outside the gate and become a cool place for children in the compound. Every flowering season, clusters of glittering pagodas always irritate children's eyes. It is said that stupa can be used with corn flour to make rotten rice, but I have always been like this. So far, I have left a little regret. The children stood under the pagoda tree in groups of three and five, put a string of pagoda flowers in their mouths and tasted the slightly sweet taste. While chewing, they sat on the slope of a big stone, sitting on the smooth slope of a stone warmed by the sun, watching from a distance or laughing with interest. Bold people often tell scary ghost stories. The timid man screamed with fear. Then they play at will under the locust tree. Boys often like to beat glass eggs and use their hands to draw stones, scissors and hammers to decide whether to win or lose, while girls are more interested in skipping rope and catching apricots. It's fun to play all kinds of tricks. At dusk, it is the coolest, so everyone, regardless of sex, plays with eagles to catch chickens or hides under trees, and then chases each other. There are times of peace. Whether to look down at the big ditch in the river under your feet or at the pedestrians coming and going across the big ditch from a distance, familiar or unfamiliar, is like looking at the stars in the night sky, which is very comfortable because it is unclear.
The children in the compound can be said to be a big family, and everyone is related or nepotistic. The structure of the compound is also very special. Whether adobe houses, caves or brick houses, they are all connected before and after. They are bounded by earth walls and connected with each other. Almost every family has a big garden, which is full of trees such as peaches, apricots, plums and fruits. Also planted some vegetables such as tomatoes, cucumbers and leeks or corn and millet. And use sorghum stalks as fences to make them neat and tidy. Like most people in the village, there are chickens and pigs in every family in the yard. Naturally, more than a dozen people live in their own homes, and several of them are brothers who have their own families. Outside, uncles and even grandchildren have their own families, and they all call each other generations. Children of the same age don't care about this, just shout. As for children, they often forget when they promise to go out, so adults say less, or they may be too lazy to say it. I remember there are four cold but more quaint golden characters on the dark wooden door of the compound, but I can't remember what they are, which probably means prosperity or something. When I was a child, my mother ran back and forth between the city and the countryside, and I was used to city life until my family moved to the city completely. However, I have never forgotten my hometown compound, the extremely lush locust tree at the entrance of the compound, and many pleasures under the locust tree, even in my dreams. I think the memory of Sophora japonica must be due to the deep connection with each other in the big yard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games of my childhood friends. Strangely, it has never been marked with the mark of Sophora japonica. ...
Later, my memory is that I went to college. In the campus where there are almost no Westernized Gothic buildings, there are several tall locust trees with dense branches and leaves. They are matched together, just like exotic gardens and courtyards, which are very distinctive. In the flowering season, the flowers in front of the library building filled the whole campus. When you walk by, the fragrance rushes into your arms, as if even the books in your hand have a little fragrance. So it came and went. Along the way to the back classroom, I often linger on several blackboards against the wall under the locust tree in the yard, not to read the words that change from time to time, but more because I am embarrassed to stay alone in the yard and enjoy the world full of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, but to read the wall newspaper as the cover. At this time, I will occasionally think of the locust tree and my friends in my memory, and there are some nostalgia for the locust tree.
I don't know when to start paying attention to the flowering period of Sophora japonica after graduation. I only know that there are many streets in the city. Every time I pass by, I smell the refreshing fragrance of Sophora japonica, full of intoxication, and even the speed of cycling will slow down. Coming and going in a hurry, it has become a habit for Sophora japonica to smell the fragrance without paying attention to it. Sophora japonica seems to be very satisfied with the fragrance, so I have expectations and a warm scene of life.
In recent years, the passion for poetry is very strong. Naturally, I am used to paying attention to life and the flowers around me. It seems that poetry is closer to nature and poetry cannot be separated from life. Therefore, there are many poems about Liuliu, which are ridiculed as flower lovers by some poets in poetry clubs and on the Internet. After reading the poem, a stranger left a poem as evidence: "Flowers bloom and flourish. Incense is fragrant in front of the court, first. Go back to that sentence: "For the first time, there are fairy flowers, and the incense tube is on the balcony. If the song is passed around, it will not bear the rain and dew planted by Dong Jun. "The famous flowers are still fragrant, and the willow notes are in rows. Poetry is indispensable to the "four gentlemen", but I have never written the Sophora japonica in my memory. I don't know if it's too complicated to write it all, or I feel that I haven't tasted the simple but extraordinary Sophora japonica.
After April, when lilacs are in full bloom, it should be the fragrance of Sophora japonica in May. Strangely and unfortunately, the fragrance of Sophora japonica has not been found this year, so I was shocked by the sudden Wenchuan earthquake and immersed in compassion. My focus is on the TV screen when I am free at night, and it is still like this until now. Perhaps because of the sad mood in the disaster year, there was even a sudden hail yesterday. It's a little sad. It was not until I accidentally saw the word Sophora japonica in the article that I suddenly realized-I missed the season when Sophora japonica overflowed, and I missed making up for my regrets. When I asked my family around me about some colleagues, I said that I didn't feel the feeling of Sophora japonica blooming. Alas ... did I miss Sophora japonica in my disordered life, or did Sophora japonica fail to live up to the enthusiastic people's waiting? I don't know. What I missed was what I missed. I hope I won't miss it again next year! Here, I hope again.
The fragrance of Sophora alopecuroides in May ...
In May, Sophora japonica is fragrant all over the street. They hang on the new green branches, with dazzling elegance, lavender haze and faint moonlight. Standing under the locust tree, the sun shines on your face through the cracks in the leaves, with a faint smile. Clusters of Sophora japonica flowers hang beautifully on the treetops, like wind chimes, shaking my childhood on the road and then leaving.