As the saying goes, "flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year." Looking at the trees full of Sophora japonica, I can't help feeling that time is really like running water, which is gone forever. We have lived in the family courtyard of the school since childhood and grew up with these acacia trees. In that era when snacks were relatively scarce, we "Xiong Haizi" would rack our brains to search for "delicious food" in nature. In spring, when the branches of acacia trees just grow green buds, we can't help but meet in groups of three to five to pick the buds of acacia trees. Sophora japonica has thorns. If we are not careful, our hands will be scratched. But in order to eat delicious food, we all forget the scratches on our little hands and try to pick them with pain. After picking a basket full of buds, we whistled and ran home happily with the basket, waiting for my mother to make delicious cold acacia buds. Looking at the green acacia buds rolling in the pot, my heart is full of joy, just like I can eat braised pork in the Spring Festival right away. In a short time, the acacia buds are ripe. After cooling, mother will put salt, vinegar, garlic and shredded pepper on it, and then pour hot oil on it. When I heard the "tingling" sound, a delicious food was born. Before my mother mixed it evenly, I couldn't wait to take a bite with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. The smell of filar silk can't help overflowing from my lips and teeth. It is really delicious! Since then, this cold Sophora japonica bud has become a classic dish on our table, and it will appear on time this season every year.
After eating the buds of acacia, we began to eagerly wait for acacia to bloom again. As the days passed, when we saw the white elves dancing on the branches in the breeze, we were very excited, so we began to gather friends again and launched another "attack" on acacia. This time, we have a clear division of labor. The courageous climbed the tree to pick it, and the timid waited with the bag. Looking at the branches of Sophora japonica "falling from the sky", we waited under the tree and scrambled to pick them up in the bag. At the same time, we didn't forget to "practice selfish interests". We picked up the branches of Sophora japonica that fell to the ground, blew the soil on them, and then put them in our mouths, chewing happily like mutton skewers. The sweetness of flowers touched us instantly. Sophora japonica can be eaten raw or steamed with corn flour. Mix golden corn flour with Sophora japonica. After steaming in the pot, cut the shallots and stir fry in the pot. Green, white and yellow give people an appetite. Grandma used to make this kind of snacks for us when she was alive. The smell of corn flour with the sweetness of Sophora japonica still lingers in my heart. Now, every time I eat this kind of snack, I think of my grandmother and think it smells like her.
Sophora japonica is a common tree species in northwest China, which can be seen everywhere. In the holiday villa where I used to work, there is a tea garden surrounded by Sophora japonica, which people at work call "Sophora japonica Fragrant Garden". Whenever Sophora japonica blooms, the garden is filled with fresh and elegant fragrance. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, people who come to the villa for holiday play cards and chat in the shade, enjoying a pleasant holiday life. Our staff are like hard-working bees in the flowers, shuttling between guests and providing quality services. At the end of the day, people who are often tired often have backache and can't help complaining.
The flowering period of Sophora japonica is not very long. If it rains, it will start to fade in a few days. At that time, when I came to work every morning, I always saw a thick layer of Sophora japonica petals on the ground of the tea garden. From a distance, it looks like a thick layer of snow. When I step on it, it creaks. This seemingly poetic picture is really like a disaster for us, because our first task at work is cleaning, and when all the sanitary facilities in the garden are cleaned, we will also be exhausted. Looking at the increased workload of Sophora japonica, I can't help but feel resentful, but at the same time I can't help but feel sad for its short life. "I will know who it is when I bury it today" and praise that "falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." The blooming and falling of Sophora japonica accompanied me through the years of hard struggle in a foreign land, which gave me unusual life experiences and tempering.
Time flies, time flies, we grow up slowly in the cycle of time, become mature, and slowly experience the ups and downs of the world. I have read such a few words in the book: "Life is indifferent like a flower, and fragrance all the way is natural. Bonuses are not for spring, and flowers are not for attracting butterflies. The flowers of the years grow silently, open quietly and live gracefully. I don't want to be a big hit, I just want to come back next time in spring, return to the dust in spring, stay in the sky and spend a spring. I have no intention of getting it, and naturally there is no loss. " At that time, I couldn't fully understand the meaning of these words. Now that I think about it, it is. Just like acacia, it is so common that passers-by never stop to appreciate it, but it still grows tenaciously and happily year after year, enjoying the whole cycle of life. Its branches and leaves provide shade for pedestrians; Its flowers, for people to watch and eat, have no desire for human beings, but follow the growth law and bloom and fall year after year. Therefore, every time I see Sophora japonica blooming proudly on the branches again, I feel so familiar and kind that I can't help but feel grateful in my heart, thanking them for bringing me good memories and giving me a new understanding of life.