Since I can remember, Sophora japonica has been a part of my life!
The spring in southern Henan is like a naughty little girl, jumping around, sometimes cold and sometimes cold. It's hot, and suddenly, the large flower fields outside Waizi are filled with rapeseed flowers. Weizi is surrounded by water, and a road about three or four meters wide that passes through rapeseed fields is the only major road leading to Weizi. There are nine families living in the small Weizi. In addition to the houses, there are trees in the Weizi, the most common are locust trees. A two-story red brick building shaded by green leaves was my childhood home.
It feels so far away, yet seems to be right in front of you. The golden yellow rapeseed flowers are blooming brilliantly and enthusiastically, in various shapes and colors, and the fragrance is fragrant. The branches of a row of willow trees planted along the Qingqing Pond are soft and tender, and the emerald green willow leaves brush the pond surface. Small groups of friends climbed up the willow trees stretching out to the pond without any effort, folded long wickers and woven them into wicker baskets, and inserted large rapeseed flowers into them. Each flower basket reflected the cat-like appearance. Face, looking at the smiling face in the mirror-like pond with joy. I don't know which naughty boy threw a big stone into the pond, and a large splash of water quickly appeared on the pond, mixed with the green air of wicker, the sweet fragrance of rapeseed flowers, broken smiles, and laughter like silver bells. , the surface of the pond shines in the sun, stretches, and floats far and wide.
The rapeseed flowers gradually became distant and faded. One morning, I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. The locust tree outside the window looked like a young girl who had just grown up. The small, round jasper-like green leaves had grown up unconsciously, timidly growing in the air. Stretching in the wind. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly walked to the large open-air balcony and raised his hands to pick off a cluster of young leaves. Under the early morning sunshine, the round leaves with distinct meridians, deep or shallow, large or small, looked like works of art. Folding up the roundest and tenderest locust leaves to make a small locust whistle, I joined the chirping morning concert.
When the first wisp of acacia fragrance slips into the nose, the sweet, soft and smooth fragrance is like a light elf, floating in the air, sometimes closer and sometimes far away. Squinting your eyes, through the colorful light deep in the green leaves, you can see a string of crystal clear, jade-like and moist flower bones, some are shy, some are hiding, some are cute, some are naughty, like delicate little girls, on the branches Faintly visible.
The scent of Sophora japonica is getting stronger day by day, and the Sophora japonica trees surrounding the small building are full of blooming Sophora japonica flowers, like dancing women, swaying in the wind. Every morning, when I open the window, the scent of Sophora japonica is so strong that it cannot be dissolved. The books are fragrant, the clothes are fragrant, the hair is fragrant, even the small building is fragrant, and the eyes are filled with green and dotted Sophora japonica flowers in the morning light. Lightly swaying, strong and unrestrained! Walk out of the room, on the large open-air balcony, reach out and hold up a bunch of beautiful flower bones, gently touch the velvet-like sophora flower with your fingertips, put one to your mouth and suck gently, A hint of sweetness, a touch of smoothness and a touch of softness spread across the mouth and tongue. As soon as I let go, strings of Sophora japonica flowers ran away lightly like a frightened little girl. In the distance, industrious little bees flew from one Sophora japonica flower to another, buzzing and busy!
After a burst of spring rain, the locust flowers withered and scattered without knowing it. The wind covered the ground with layers of thin and thick flowers, and the water surface of the pond was also covered with shallow layers of flowers. On the first floor, fish occasionally jump across the water and bite the dried flowers. I wonder if the fish can retain the fragrance of locust flowers?
Another year of the fragrance of locust flowers...
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