Excellent composition of Sophora japonica in my hometown 1 Every time I see Sophora japonica, whether it is a big tree or a small tree, it reminds me of the old Sophora japonica in my grandmother's house, where I have the best memories of my childhood ...
Spring has come, and the old pagoda tree has blossomed. It is no exaggeration to say that the fragrance is ten miles fragrant. Grandma picked it one by one. In order to prevent dust in the flowers, Grandma washed it for four or five times. Sophora japonica is delicious. After washing, it not only has fragrance, but also the washed water has become fragrant. I always smell and smell, but I can't get enough of it. After washing, put the Sophora japonica in a small basket, let all the water run away, and you can make all kinds of delicious food, such as scrambled eggs with Sophora japonica, steamed Sophora japonica, steamed Sophora japonica buns ... At this time, I always look forward to it most. Let grandma do this and that for me, but I can't eat enough, and I still have to eat until my stomach really can't hold it, so I will listen to my grandparents and eat it next time.
In summer, the old pagoda tree is my best friend. In summer, the weather is hot, the old locust tree is flourishing, grandpa is sipping tea under the tree, and grandma is sewing cotton-padded clothes for winter under the tree. And what about me? Then he and his friends were swinging the swing made by grandpa under the branches, and the laughter flew to every corner in a string. The old locust tree blocked the strong sunshine like a giant umbrella, and the breeze blew, which was extremely cool.
In autumn, although there is no strong sunshine, the old pagoda tree is burnt yellow in summer, and the leaves of the old pagoda tree fall from the tree to the ground one by one. The ground is as soft as a golden blanket, and it is very comfortable to step on. Sometimes I find the most with my friends-which leaf is the biggest or smallest, and the champion? Award a chance to play on the swing. Now when I think of this old pagoda tree, I will think of this childish game.
In winter, the branches of the old locust tree become bare, and I think the old locust tree is very lonely. Because of the freezing weather, my grandparents won't let me play outside. What should I do? I wanted to come over and think about the past, and suddenly I thought of a good idea: every time after it snows, I will drag my grandparents to build a snowman next to the old locust tree, so that the snowman can accompany the old locust tree, so that I won't be lonely.
Although I am a big boy now, I will never forget my best friend in childhood-the old locust tree.
My hometown is in the countryside. There are many fields, flowers and trees in my hometown. Although there are many trees in my hometown, what I appreciate most is the locust tree in my hometown.
There are many locust trees in my hometown. Sophora japonica leaves are very small, string by string, like willow leaves but not as sharp as willow leaves. It is more like a little green pearl, hanging on a branch. When the sun looks at them, they will glow. Sometimes, the sun is dazzling and the breeze is gentle. They are like naughty children blinking at me.
Sophora japonica is not tall, but there is no shortage of slender figure; Sophora japonica is not thick, but it has a strong body; The locust tree is not beautiful, but it does not lose its elegant demeanor.
I like Sophora japonica best. In late spring and early summer, white buds began to emerge from the branches. In a few days, Sophora japonica bloomed. Green leaves set off white flowers, and Sophora japonica sits on a green throne like a holy princess, which is spiritually white and elegant.
Sophora japonica bloomed, and the fresh fragrance enveloped the whole earth. Although the fragrance is not as strong as a rose, it is refreshing and pleasant. Take a deep breath and make your body and mind feel an indescribable relaxation and comfort.
Sophora japonica is not only beautiful and delicious, but also can be used as food. Sophora japonica can be eaten raw, steamed with corn flour, and fried with a thin layer of batter. In short, no matter how you eat it, it will make your mouth full of fragrance and memorable.
Some people say that the lotus symbolizes nobleness, the chrysanthemum symbolizes indifference, and the plum blossom symbolizes firmness ... But I prefer Sophora japonica, its holiness, and its quiet opening without reservation.
My hometown is in Boxing, and it is named after "Bona has a hundred rivers and prospers thousands of miles". There is a strange thing, that is, there is a tall and stout old pagoda tree in the middle of the highway. I often ask my father why this tree is planted in the middle of the road. Is it because it is the place where Yong Dong and the Seven Fairies meet?
Miss Chun came, and he brought colorful and fragrant wildflowers around the old locust tree. The old locust tree drew out green buds, and everyone took off their big cotton-padded jackets and came out to enjoy the clothes that Miss Chun made for the old locust tree.
Miss Xia came, and she skipped around, sowing hot seeds everywhere he walked. At this time, the old locust tree has already grown lush branches, and grandparents are holding cattail leaf fans and enjoying the cool under the tree. Summer is also the children's favorite season. During the summer vacation, I often ask several children to go to see the locust tree together. In August, the Sophora japonica buds, which are the size of rice grains, are scattered with faint fragrance. Sophora japonica can also be used as medicine, as a medicinal material, Sophora japonica and as a dye. Several of our partners often go to pick Sophora japonica flowers.
Autumn girl came, dressed in golden clothes, sprinkled the golden smell on the leaves of Sophora japonica, and the leaves fell to the ground one after another. Several of our partners stepped on the leaves that left the mother's arms and made a "Hua" sound.
Winter girl came, because of the rush of time, winter girl brought her unfinished cotton-padded jacket, and we children embroidered different shapes on this white cotton-padded jacket.
I love the old locust tree in my hometown! Love my hometown more!
My hometown is a small mountain village with dense trees, quiet and mysterious atmosphere. I like it and have lived here since I was a child.
On the left side of the courtyard door of my hometown, there is a big pagoda tree with two people hugging each other. My grandfather said: This big pagoda tree is hundreds of years old. I like this big pagoda tree very much. I always like to sit next to it and look at it, thinking about the ups and downs it has gone through ...
This big pagoda tree is very thick. Strangely, there are only three thick branches on the thick tree, and there are many small branches on the branches. There is a large dense leaf on the twig; It's like thousands of octopus dishes on it, with a lot of sea urchins stuck on it. What's even more strange is that there is a naturally formed small hole on the old locust tree, which can be used as a warm and comfortable home for insects. There are branches like octopus tentacles under the small hole, which are not high but low. Several branches are firmly stuck on the ground and grow strangely. The fractures of other branches are almost round, but these branches are. There is also a big wooden hole under the trunk, which is more than enough for three dogs to go in.
I also like the dense leaves of Sophora japonica. In summer, sitting in the shade of a tree, breathing the fresh air, listening to the cicadas like music, I'm afraid even the immortals will be envious, and the Sophora japonica can be used as medicine to make tea and drink cool ...
However, on a warm spring day in bloom, my dream hung on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village from the moment when my parents packed their bags and left.
That night, I had a sweet dream: the branches of the old pagoda tree at the entrance of the village were covered with snowflakes, and the flying snowflakes were so beautiful and warm ...
I love the locust tree in my hometown.
In the spring and April, everything has recovered, except me. 11 inscription
I walked on the narrow path home in the country and sighed to myself: "Why! Why! Why am I so stupid! " The failure of several exams has kept my mood at a low ebb.
Unconsciously, I have returned home, walked into my room and closed the door. I can't help but sigh for a long time, pick up my textbook, sit by the window and look at the hot sunshine outside. It feels as if the sun is laughing at me too much.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the fragrance was fragrant. I looked into the distance with the fragrance, and it was an old locust tree. The old pagoda tree grows unusually luxuriantly, setting off this bare village. Only its tattered body is out of place with its luxuriant branches.
Last winter, I thought it would never wake up again, but the sight in front of me immediately denied my guess last year.
Look! This green leaf, like a boat piece by piece, is rippling layer by layer, and it seems that the green leaves will shed juice under the sunlight; The white and beautiful flowers and bones, like pearls hanging from branches, are strung by strings. A breeze blows and smells fragrant, as if they were going to be drunk under this pagoda tree. Everything is deeply immersed in beauty.
At this moment, my heart is pounding, and the old pagoda tree is silent in winter, but it is actually working hard. Spring has come, and the old pagoda tree has released all the energy that has bred the whole winter and contributed its youth selflessly.
Oh, oh, oh! I've learned that a meaningful life lies in selfless contributions, and a meaningful life lies in continuous efforts, don't you! Am I not even as good as an old locust tree? No way! I want to study, I want to work hard ...
It's another new year. In the spring and April, everything is revived. I still sit in front of the window and look at the old pagoda tree in the distance. It's still fragrant. The difference is that I have a satisfied smile at the moment. Postscript
I was born in Nanjing and grew up in Nanjing. I have drunk water, eaten rice, sang songs and swam across rivers in my hometown.
Now recalling the past of my hometown, it is really unique, but with an infinite sadness.
Before I was seven years old, I lived in a big yard. Thirty or forty families surrounded the whole yard, leaving only a big space, a carport and several big locust trees in the middle. Now think about those locust trees, which really added a lot of fun to my childhood.
In spring, Sophora japonica has just sprouted, tender branches and leaves, green buds, such as green agates embedded in the tree, so green that people can't help but want to pick one. I couldn't help picking one. I climbed the tree secretly while my parents were not looking. When I got off the tree, I made a posture of Ami camel Buddha for the locust tree: Uncle Dashu, don't be angry, don't be angry, I will plant this little bud next to you and let it accompany you! After a few days, I gradually forgot about it and greeted the arrival of summer with hope ...
In summer, the noise on the locust tree is much more than that in spring. Some small insects such as cicadas, cicadas and ants, as well as lovely cuckoos and swallows, are also vying to settle down on the big locust tree, perhaps because the tree is sunny. During the summer vacation, I like to move a small table, bring a small stool and sit under a big locust tree to read. It's strange that when I read a book, I feel completely indifferent to my body. I think this is what adults call calm and natural cooling. Sometimes when the children next door see me, they will put down their toys, take a small stool and bring a book, and sit next to me and read the book.
Autumn is a season full of childlike interest. Sitting under the locust tree, you can always smell a fragrant fragrance, which is really fascinating! My friends and I will always have a competition. Everyone chooses a tree to see who picks more Sophora japonica flowers, and who is the "flower thief" this year. Of course, twice, I won the honorary title of "flower thief" gloriously, which made me happy for several days.
In winter, although there are many laughter in other seasons, there is no lack of fun. Bird catching, playing hide-and-seek, hopscotch, and so on.
Now, we have moved out of the yard, and when we went back earlier, it was in ruins. Unfortunately, the locust tree that accompanied me through my happy childhood is gone.
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There is a locust tree in the village where grandpa lives.
The locust tree is very tall, almost five meters high; The locust tree is so thick that even two children are not enough to hold hands; The locust tree is very big, and this tree accounts for one-eighth of the village; The leaves of Sophora japonica are also very dense, and the sun shines down, so people sitting under the tree to enjoy the cool are completely unaffected; The leaves of the locust tree are still very green, and a breeze blows, and the whole person is bathed in green, and he is in a good mood!
Every year, the locust tree will bear a large piece of locust rice, which will benefit the people in the village. Not only that, Sophora japonica is also recognized as a wishing tree in everyone's mind. There are transparent glass bottles in the canteen, which people often buy. In a transparent glass bottle, put a note with a wish on it and hang it on a tree, and you can pin your wish. Whenever night comes, the bottle shines, which is because people write with highlighters. It is said that God can see more easily because he writes with a highlighter, and his wish can be realized earlier! In summer, a gust of wind blows a bottle, and the bottle gives off a burst of light. Under the light, there is a cry of "cicada cicada". Together, it plays a beautiful "Summer Song" in summer.
It is not only the wishing tree in the village, but also our amusement park. A few naughty children climbed the tree as flexibly as monkeys, dragged off Sophora japonica and threw it to the children who picked it up. Occasionally, a bird's nest or two will be found among the Sophora japonica bushes. The children are so proud that they crept up the branch and gently reached out and pulled it out. "Ha ha", a laugh, it must be a bird's egg, look at the proud eyes on his face, that is the most proud thing in the countryside!
Grandpa sat under the tree, stroking his glistening beard and squinting.
In the village where my grandfather lives, there is a locust tree, under which my lush childhood is planted.
My hometown is Luxian, and in this small county town with a population of only a few dozen, there is an unforgettable fragrance as light and elegant, and the cloud as white as milk is hooked into my arms. It is the locust tree lying on its back in the dandelion in the east village.
In summer, the wind blows a golden dandelion, and they change hands and dance on the grass like black jade. A white Sophora japonica is held upside down on the old locust tree with branches, and the lark's beige mouth pecks its white petals carefully, with sesame-like eyes. It seems that this beautiful picture can be seen out of the hole. In mid-July, the whole village is shrouded in the taste of elegance. Occasionally, under the setting sun, you will see boys carrying bamboo baskets and holding barbs in their small hands, throwing the strings of "stars" into the baskets one after another. Although they are like hills, they still don't know how to cut them, and the ground is covered with white, which is like white clouds floating to the ground. The girl wore two dark pigtails, like ducklings foraging for food, swinging up and down and flying. It was not until noon that I saw wisps of kitchen smoke floating in the village that I reluctantly set foot on the path soaked in Huaixiang.
The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are jumping on the staff woven by Uncle Feng. The fallen leaves fall asleep sweetly at the foot of the tree mother. The old locust tree was also frightened to sleep by the fall song.
The locust tree in my hometown is full of love. I love my hometown, especially the locust tree in my hometown.
There is an old locust tree at the entrance of my grandfather's village, which is said to be a hundred years old. The first time I really saw that old pagoda tree was when I was 4 years old.
Far away, before I reached the entrance of the village, I smelled the fragrance of flowers, and the refreshing feeling made people take a deep breath. "It smells good. What kind of flower is it?" I asked. "It should be Sophora japonica!" Mother also breathed deeply and said, "It's the old pagoda tree at the head of the village! An old locust tree with a history of 100 years! "
The car stopped at the entrance of the village, and I couldn't wait to get off and run to the legendary old pagoda tree. The old pagoda tree is really big. The thick roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and the lush green branches and leaves move in the wind under the sunshine. Four adults can't hug its waist, and the gaps between the leaves are crowded with pagodas full of trees. The white buds are small and dense, and they are crowded together vigorously, in twos and threes. On the small branches and buds, they are arranged in an orderly manner along neat lines, dense and blooming. Bundles of flowers, one ear of flowers, a string of flowers, dozens of flowers and hundreds of flowers make up the flower branches. Thousands of flower branches are hung together like a handle umbrella, and the flower umbrellas full of trees are scrambling to open. The old pagoda tree has become an ocean of flowers, and the rich fragrance of flowers has attracted countless bees, and hardworking bees are scrambling to cluster around. I quietly picked a slightly blooming flower string and put it in my mouth. The sweet juice overflowing from the flower instantly seeped into my throat, which was natural and sweet, and felt different from sugar. The fragrance of Sophora japonica is elegant and simple. If you stay under the tree for a while, you will feel that the whole person is immersed in the sweetness of Sophora japonica. Grandpa said that when he was a child, when he was studying outside, the village was closed to traffic. Every time he went up the mountain, he would rest under the old locust tree and enjoy the coolness in summer. When there was wind and rain, the old locust tree stretched out its thick branches and leaves to shelter people from the wind and rain. For decades, the old locust tree has been like his own relatives.
The old aunt cleaned and dried a bunch of budding flowers, mixed them with salt and seasoning, and put them in a steamer to burn them. After a while, a faint fragrance floated out of the cage. After steaming, I added a few drops of sesame oil and shallots to eat them in my mouth. They were sweet, fragrant and soft, and they were simply delicious food in my heart. At noon, my aunt also mixed Sophora japonica and meat into dumplings and wrapped them into jiaozi. I still remember the fresh delicacy.
Excellent composition of Sophora japonica in my hometown 10 There is a big Sophora japonica tree by the pond in front of my hometown. According to the old man, there was this tree before I was born, not far from Murakami Primary School. When I was a child, I had to pass this big locust tree when I went to school. My watery eyes always looked at it. At that time, the big Sophora japonica tree was flourishing and full of vitality, waving warmly to meet us like a big sister with a smile. The big pagoda tree is dazzling, shining and full of bones. Birds often make nests in the canopy, which also attracts us young children to climb trees barefoot in summer to dig eggs or catch cicadas in the bird's nest; If you don't catch cricket in the rocks under the tree, it will be very fun. On holidays, it is quite lively to watch adults beating gongs and drums, dancing lights and playing lions under the big locust tree. The pagoda tree has become a veritable cultural and entertainment center in the village and a rare friend of mine as a child.
It's been almost half a century since I left my hometown, and I'm almost buried. I have almost forgotten the past, but the big locust tree in my hometown is still unforgettable. People often say that there is always a source for a thousand miles of water, and people everywhere will never forget their homeland. Is the old man's nest under the pagoda tree really the former residence of his ancestors? In fact, the old man's nest is just a complex of wanderers living in foreign countries. When you smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica, you always feel more homesick and homesick. The so-called "Sophora alopecuroides" means "homesickness". Isn't this more sincere? I always want to see the big locust tree in my hometown that I miss day and night in my lifetime. This is probably what people often say about homesickness!
Last winter, accompanied by my children, I finally went to my hometown and finally saw this big locust tree that made me feel worried. Just under the big locust tree, I * * * with the villagers to show my affection for the clan and fulfill the wishes of my ancestors. And dust off my hands, and remember my ancestors with a sincere mind, so as to give up my wish to see the big locust tree in my hometown for many years.
Today's big pagoda tree has lost its former amorous feelings, and it is really different. It was cut with an axe and chisel, and it was covered with scars. Curled in the wind and rain, silent. It's snowing. At the moment when I say goodbye to my hometown Sophora japonica, there is no sadness, no tears and no moaning. It is still in the cold wind, with bare trunks and branches covered with white snow, like an old man with a white beard, holding a steel gun, standing at the entrance of the village and watching us. Here, I wish the big pagoda tree in my hometown to be in the beautiful China Green Action. More shoots and more branches, looking forward to the rebirth of Huangpan.