The text segmentation and meaning of Osmanthus Rain

"Osmanthus Rain" mainly recalls the "flower shaking music" and "Osmanthus Rain" in the author's childhood in his hometown, and the author's touch of love permeates the lines. Feelings of homesickness and longing for the beautiful life in my hometown.

Text paragraphs and paragraph meaning

The author first wrote about his favorite osmanthus and its charming aroma, then wrote about shaking the osmanthus, and finally wrote about what happened after leaving his hometown. While appreciating osmanthus and bringing osmanthus to my mother, I always think of the flower rocking music and osmanthus rain in my childhood in my hometown. The author's faint homesickness and yearning for the beautiful life in my hometown are permeated between the lines.

The first paragraph (natural paragraphs 1 to 4): "I" liked osmanthus when I was a child and the reason why I shook the osmanthus.

The second paragraph (natural paragraphs 5 and 6): The happy scene of "I" helping the adults shake and harvest the osmanthus flowers.

The third paragraph (natural paragraphs 7 and 8): "I" miss the "flower rocking music" of my childhood.

Original text

Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the sweet-scented osmanthus season in my hometown.

When it comes to sweet-scented osmanthus, I can smell the fragrance. There are two kinds of sweet-scented osmanthus. The one that blooms every month is called sweet-scented osmanthus. The flowers are smaller and light yellow in color. They are also found in Taiwan. I once smelled this fragrance when I was walking outside the wall of someone else's house. The moment I smelled it, I felt homesick. The other type is called golden osmanthus, which only blooms in autumn. The flowers are larger and golden yellow.

In my big house, there are two large open spaces at the front and back, and along the walls, they are all planted with golden osmanthus. Only in the courtyard in front of the main hall are two osmanthus trees and two hydrangea trees planted. There are also several pots of camellias and osmanthus under the eaves of my father's study. When I was a child, I didn’t know how to appreciate any flower. Although my father told me pointingly, this is the Lingxiao flower, this is the Dingdong flower, this is the Mubi flower... In addition to remembering some names, my favorite is the osmanthus. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is not as graceful as the plum tree. It is clumsy. When it is not blooming, it is just a tree full of dense leaves. During the blooming season, you have to carefully look for the fine flowers among the green leaves. It does not compete with the blooming flowers. But the scent of osmanthus is really charming. What’s fascinating is that not only can it be smelled, but it can also be eaten. How vulgar is "eating flowers" in the poet's opinion? But I would rather be vulgar, I just love sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus fragrans really makes me dream. My hometown is an offshore county, and August is the typhoon season. My mother called it "Feng Shui Taboo". As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed, my mother began to worry, "Don't let a typhoon come." The first thing she worried about was the rice that would be harvested, and the second was the sweet-scented osmanthus that would be harvested. Osmanthus is also like peach, plum and plum fruit, and there are also harvests. My mother would walk in the front and back yards every day, chanting, "As long as there is no typhoon, I can collect a few big baskets and give one to Grandpa Hu Zhai and one to Aunt Mao's second family. Make more cakes." It turns out that osmanthus is the spice of cakes. When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms most luxuriantly, not only the fragrance can be smelled ten miles away, but also at least a dozen neighbors in front, back, left, and right are all immersed in the scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus. When the sweet-scented osmanthus matures, it should be "shaked". The shaken sweet-scented osmanthus will be intact and fresh. If it is allowed to bloom and fall into the soil, especially if it is blown down by wind and rain, it will be wet and the fragrance will be much different. "Shaking the sweet-scented osmanthus" is a big deal to me, so I always stare at my mother and ask: "Mom, why aren't you shaking the sweet-scented osmanthus yet?" My mother said, "It's still early, it's not fully opened, so it can't be shaken down." But my mother said Seeing the clouds in the sky and the hairy cloud legs, I knew that a typhoon was coming, so I quickly asked the long-term workers to "shake the sweet-scented osmanthus" in advance. Now, I felt happy. I helped spread the bamboo mat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and helped me hug the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and shake it vigorously. The sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms fell one after another, covering our heads and bodies. I shouted: "Ah! It's like raining, it's such a fragrant rain!" "My mother washed her hands, put a pinch of sweet-scented osmanthus on a crystal plate, and sent it to the temple to offer to the Buddha. My father lit sandalwood, and the smoke from the furnace curled up. The two incense blended together, and the Buddhist hall was like a world of gods. Then my father became interested in poetry, and he immediately mastered it: "The fragrant breeze is faintly smoked, and the harvest of osmanthus seeds celebrates the harvest. Children understand the joy of shaking flowers, and the colorful rain of flowers brings sweet dreams." Although the poem is not necessarily brilliant, it is in my mind , My father is indeed very talented, and he can write poems out of his mouth.

After the sweet-scented osmanthus fell, the whole family mobilized, picked out the twigs and leaves, spread them in a mat, exposed them to the sun for several days, dried them, put them in an iron can, and made tea with them. , make sweet-scented osmanthus stew, and make cakes during the Chinese New Year. Throughout the year, the entire village is immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus.

I arrived in Hangzhou when I was in middle school. There is a famous scenic spot in Hangzhou called Manjuelong, a small hillside covered with sweet-scented osmanthus. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance can be heard for miles. When we go hiking in autumn, we must go to Manjuelong to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Appreciating flowers" is an excuse, the main thing is to feast on "osmanthus and chestnut soup". Because in addition to sweet-scented osmanthus, Manjuelong also has chestnuts. Chestnuts are ripe during the flowering season. The soft, newly peeled chestnuts are boiled with West Lake white lotus root powder and sprinkled with a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. There are no words to describe the elegant and refreshing fragrance. Even without the sweet-scented osmanthus, it still has a refreshing fragrance, because the chestnuts grow among the sweet-scented osmanthus bushes and have the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. As we walked and shook, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell like rain. There was no soil on the ground, and it was covered with sweet-scented osmanthus. When we stepped on the flowers, they felt soft and felt a little unbearable. This is probably what my mother said: "The golden sands pave the ground, the paradise of the West." My mother worked hard all her life without complaining, because she had a Western paradise of golden sand and glass in her heart. When I go home, I always bring a big bag of sweet-scented osmanthus back to my mother, but my mother often says: "No matter how fragrant the sweet-scented osmanthus here is, it can't compare to the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard of my hometown."

So I remembered again the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hometown. The "flower rocking music" in my childhood in my hometown, and the bursts of sweet-scented osmanthus rain.