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 turn into My Sweetie. Those white flowers are clustered, hanging high on the branches, and some are still in bloom. In recent years, I have always seen people picking Sophora japonica with long and short poles. No one has picked it in recent years, and more people stay under the tree to smell the fragrance like me. In this city, in the reinforced buildings, there is still such a natural fragrance. For those of us who come and go in a hurry every day, 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 seem 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, I always climb a pagoda tree and a bunch of flowers with a few friends, or stuff a lot of pagoda flowers in my mouth and swallow them. It's really a feast, full of heroism. 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 proudly run and play in the street. At this time, adults will also use the string of flowers to go home in their leisure time and wrap buns with boiling water; Or put it in rice and boil it into fragrant Sophora japonica porridge; Or mix it with eggs to make delicious fried eggs with Sophora japonica. I still remember smelling the fragrance and drooling around my mother.
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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 is also a string of locust tree seeds-it seems that there is always oily locust tree seeds 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 grows luxuriantly. In midsummer, it can cover a large area of hard ground outside the gate and become a shady place and a paradise for children in the compound. Every flowering season, bunches of sparkling Sophora japonica always irritate children's eyes. It is said that Sophora japonica is mixed with corn flour to make rotten rice. I have never eaten it, and I have left a little regret so far. The children stood under the pagoda tree in groups of three and five, put a bunch of pagoda flowers in their mouths, tasted the slightly sweet taste, chewed and sat on the slope of a big stone, and sat on the warm and smooth stone slope after sun exposure, watching from a distance or laughing with interest. The bold often tell scary ghost stories, and the timid even exclaim. After that, I played casually under the locust tree. Boys often like to beat glass eggs and draw stones, scissors and hammers with their hands to win or lose, while girls prefer skipping rope and grabbing apricots, and having fun with all kinds of tricks. It is coolest at dusk, so everyone, regardless of sex, plays with eagles to catch chickens or hides under trees, and then chases each other. Sometimes it's quiet, that is, looking down at the big ditch in the river under your feet, or looking at the pedestrians coming and going across the big ditch, familiar or unfamiliar, just like looking at the stars in the night sky, it's very comfortable because you can't see clearly.
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 it is adobe houses or caves, or brick houses, they are one after another. They are bounded by earth walls and connected by channels. Almost every family has a big garden, which is full of peaches, apricots, plums, fruits and other trees. Also plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, leeks or corn, millet and other vegetables, 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. A dozen people who live naturally belong to their own families, some are brothers with their own families, and some are uncles and even grandchildren with separate accounts, all of whom are called generations. Children of the same age don't care about this, just shout each other's names and be happy. As soon as the adults heard this, they taught them from time to time-"Don't call it that, it's rude!" Children often forget their front feet and promise to go out, so adults say less, or they may be too lazy to say more. I remember four cold but more primitive golden characters written on the dark wooden door above the compound, but I can't remember what they are, which probably means prosperity. When I was a child, my mother ran back and forth between urban and rural areas until my family moved to the city completely. I was used to city life, but I never forgot my hometown yard, the extremely lush locust tree at the entrance of the yard, and many fun under it, even in my dreams. I think the memory of Sophora japonica must be deeply connected with each other in the courtyard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games of my childhood friends. Strangely, there has never been any trace of Sophora japonica. ...
The next memory is that I went to college. In the campus where almost no Westernized Gothic architecture is preserved, there are several tall Sophora japonica trees with dense branches and leaves, which are matched together like exotic gardens and courtyards, which are very distinctive. During the flowering period, the campus in front of the library building is filled with flowers. When you pass by, the fragrance rushes into your arms, as if even the books in your hand have a little fragrance. Just coming and going, on the way to the back classroom. I often wander around the blackboard 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 occasionally think of the locust tree and my young partner, as well as some nostalgia arising from 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 with locust trees 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. Come and go in a hurry, do not pay attention to the glistening Sophora japonica, the smell of incense has become a habit. It seems that with fragrance, there is satisfaction, so there is expectation and a warm scene of life.
In recent years, the passion for poetry is very strong. Nature is used to paying attention to life and flowers around her. It seems that poetry is closer to nature and poetry cannot be separated from life. Therefore, there are many poems about flowers and willows, which are dubbed as flower lovers by some poets in poetry clubs and on the Internet. After reading the poem, a stranger left a poem as proof: "Many flowers bloom and flourish." The fragrance in front of the court is rich, and the first heart poem is planted! "He replied," for the first time, there are fairy flowers and incense balconies. If you want to walk around the beam when singing, you can't stand the rain in Dong Jun. "Famous flowers remain fragrant in their works, and there are indispensable' four gentlemen' in poetry, but they have never written Sophora japonica in memory. I don't know if my emotions are too complicated to write, or I don't think I have tasted the real taste of simple but extraordinary Sophora japonica. So every year, I missed the opportunity in the fragrance of Sophora japonica and didn't put pen to paper. Because of this regret in my heart, I always want to make up for it, so I pay special attention to the season when Sophora japonica blooms.
After April, when the lilacs are in full bloom, it should be Sophora japonica in May. Strangely and unfortunately, in the rush of travel, I was shocked by the sudden Wenchuan earthquake and immersed in compassion before I could find Sophora japonica. My attention is always 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, a sudden hail yesterday also made life a little sad. It was only by chance that I saw the word Sophora japonica in the text that I suddenly realized that I missed the season when Sophora japonica overflowed and the compensation for regret. I asked my family around me and some colleagues, and they all said that they didn't feel the feeling of flowering Sophora japonica. Alas ..... Did the disordered life miss Sophora japonica, or did Sophora japonica fail to live up to the enthusiastic people's waiting? It's hard to say. Missing is missing, 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, hanging heavily on the new green branches, dazzling white and elegant, lavender mist and faint moonlight. Standing under the locust tree, the sun shines on the face through the cracks in the leaves. With a faint smile, clusters of Sophora japonica flowers hung beautifully on the treetops, shaking my childhood on the road like wind chimes, and the footsteps in the distance seemed to be full of flowers. ...