The classic poem of Sophora japonica is another year. The fragrance of Sophora japonica is as follows: the moon reflects the east window like a jade wheel, and the front hall of Weiyang is absolutely silent. Palace Sophora flowers fall in the west wind, and parrots call people in the cold night. -"Two Poems of the Han Palace" In front of the Independent Buddhist Temple at dusk, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and it is autumn when the heart is heartbroken.

Trees, trees, pagodas and flowers are fragrant and fragrant. The fragrance bursts into the nose and is drunk, and the fragrance is thick and soaked in sleeves. Sophora japonica in May, full of branches, unconsciously burst into a sweet and sweet breath.

Sophora japonica flowers are everywhere, and cicadas are noisy all day. Lonely and lonely, there is no one to see.

Another year is the fragrance of Sophora japonica. I miss going to work, eating and sleeping in the days when Sophora japonica is fragrant. Laughing with colleagues, playing with children. Sweet flowers and fragrant air are the most beautiful memories of my hometown when I was young in this faint scent of Sophora japonica.

Render May with a touch of different beauty, pure Mika. Just like the netizen's beautiful poem says, "In May, the flowers of Sophora japonica come to the door, and the magpies are surprised to fly one after another. The fragrance keeps you drunk for ten miles, and you can borrow a wisp of snow. Bees rush to brew honey, and people pick up the scent of Sophora japonica. " It's another year of Sophora japonica fragrance, and the years are long and add to my thoughts.