The return of Huaixiang was really shocking, but I was too slow to write. I was afraid that my clumsy pen could not express this holy gift of nature and broke my mood, so I suppressed it in my heart for a long time. Aftertaste for a long time; Drunk for a long time; Finally, I couldn't help locking the door with the help of a rainy early summer evening, opening up a quiet space for myself, trembling with a pen, and letting my thoughts flow away. I know that if this sweetness is not shared, it will be sorry for the fragrance that Sophora japonica once brewed. Life has been more than 3 years. Every year, I will meet and talk with Sophora japonica, indulge in fairyland, and refuse to return, but I have never really calmed down, let myself go back to nature, travel through time and space, return to childhood, and experience her innocence and elegance, her beauty, her dignity and beauty, and her otherness.

In early summer and May, the town set out, sat south and north, galloped up, gradually separated from the noise, the car bumped, splashed all the way with flying dust, climbed to an altitude of 1, meters, and enjoyed the spring all the way for about an hour. In front of you, the green is thick, the trees alternate in depth, the scenery is fresh and beautiful, the fragrance is looming, and it is confusing. Close your eyes lightly, turn your neck and change your angle. Childish action, continue to slow down, covered with green, through the green tent, getting better and better, thousands of trees, continuous, like clouds, unable to bear to go to the garage, parked on the side of the road, hiking into the forest, shaded by thousands of grass under the tree, dandelion flowers bloom in two days, like naughty stars flashing, falling to the world, causing people to love, and the flowers shed countless fluffy white balls, which are chic and elegant The air is buzzing with bees and butterflies, and birds and birds are singing; The flowers on the tree are thick and leafy, green and white, pure and jade-like, elegant and noble, dignified and generous, with thousands of strings, dense layers, and cool breeze blowing, just like grassland sheep grazing and walking, but also like cotton wool drying in the air. Gently move your feet and walk slowly through the forest, but inadvertently disturb the diffuse aroma. Thick and rich fragrance gently caresses your face, hair and ears. With your breath, it smells sweet, fresh and cool, refreshing, and you can't control your hands and feet anymore. You can't help but approach her, pick a few strings of tidbits that are in bud and send them to your mouth. Sophora japonica in full bloom looks beautiful, but it is somewhat toxic. You can't eat more. The pedicel of Sophora japonica on the positive side is dark red, while that on the negative side is grass green. Sophora japonica consists of five petals and three layers, and the two layers inside appear in pairs. When the flowers bloom, a large petal on the outer layer opens and then turns back, like a little girl's soft posture in Paris dance. The inner layer is inlaid with a semicircle halo the size of light green mung beans, followed by the second layer. It also turned back in the same direction, and the last two petals tightly wrapped the stamen and receptacle to ensure the freshness of nectar. It was not until the bees knocked at the door that the whole flower slowly bloomed, and the whole flower was completely open, just like the twin sisters of the bean flower, but with different colors.

this season, there is plenty of rain and the world is moist. Sophora japonica forest is more vigorous, and negative oxygen ions are more abundant. Walking into the forest is like going to a fairyland on earth. Choose an empty highland and look around from a distance, showing a white scene everywhere. The branches are heavily bent, like a thick layer of snow falling from the continuous Qinling Mountains, and like a thawed iceberg rushing wildly, surging and magnificent. There is also a heroic story about Sophora japonica: Think about how many people starved to death in the country during the three-year drought. However, because of the existence of Sophora japonica in Guanzhong, many people's lives were saved. At that time, all the crops in the field were killed by drought, and even the seeds could not be saved. People pulled out wild vegetables in the field to satisfy their hunger. In winter, when they were really hungry, they ground corn cob into powder, mixed with wheat bran and steamed it. That astringency makes us unable to imagine today, but we don't eat hungry. The little doll was crying with hunger, and the poor parents' eyes were deep in tears. They made the only grain of life, corn flour, into pieces for their children to eat, and some of them simply tore off the elm bark and smashed it to satisfy their hunger. People even risk their lives to try anything that can fill their stomachs.

Spring is beautiful. When the wind blows, the grass shoots up and the flowers smile. What expectations people have for spring! Because when spring comes, there are strings of elm money on the trees and pieces of Sophora japonica in the Woods will make people smile, show a long-lost smile, and temporarily fill their stomachs, so they will no longer feel hungry. People even stroke the Sophora japonica along the banks of ditches and hills as food. If they can't eat it, they will be dried and preserved. Just like a treasure preserved for thousands of years, they will eat it after the season is over, which finally allows life to continue. Therefore, all the elderly people have come from difficulties and gone through difficult times. They have an inseparable complex with Sophora japonica. Their love, gratitude and reverence are beyond words. Sophora japonica can even be called our well-deserved "flower of revolution".

Two butterflies play in the air and rest on my shoulder. I hold my breath and communicate with them in the corner of my eye, for fear of disturbing the temporary silence. I think this butterfly is also aura. How can I know that I am missing my grandmother at this moment?

I was in the Sophora japonica forest, but my mind inadvertently flashed sweet memories-when the Sophora japonica bloomed as a child, I always clamoured to go to my uncle's house, because at this time, my uncle's house was not only fragrant with Sophora japonica, but also fresh with mushrooms. My grandmother always woke me up early, took my little hand, carried it on the bamboo cage, and strode to the Sophora japonica by the ditch with dew. From time to time, a pile of white and tender flowers appeared on the green grass under my feet. This kind of whisked fungus always lives in groups, with one or two big ones as the leader, and many small round heads are scattered around the stars like holding the moon. At this time, I am amazed and sing the song "Little Girl Picking Mushrooms", which attracts birds to jump and sing in the Woods, which makes a forest laugh. After returning home, my grandmother scoured the Sophora japonica flowers with clear water for several times, mixed with alkaline noodles and flour, and put them on the steaming plate. When the pot boiled, my grandmother quickly put the steaming plate on the edge of the pot, covered the lid, and sealed the surroundings with a rag. In a short time, the fragrant Sophora japonica pimples were out of the pot, and the steam rose in the air, immediately enveloped the whole kitchen, and the fragrance was overflowing. My grandmother simply filled it first while it was hot. Stir it evenly and hand it to my little hand, which is already held in my eyes. It makes people drool. I can only eat a big bowl at a time, but my grandmother often persuades me not to eat too much at a time, which hurts people and I don't want to eat it next time or even later. In that era when ten candies could be bought for ten cents, it was the most delicious food in my childhood. In my memory, Sophora japonica is the taste of my grandmother. The stronger the fragrance of Sophora japonica, the more I miss it! Endless!

It's been more than ten years since my grandmother left me in a hurry, and besides sobbing often, I'm also deeply concerned: Does the kingdom of heaven also have four seasons? Will there be Sophora japonica flowers in spring? Now that spring has come and the flowers are fragrant, I believe grandma will be able to perceive my deep thoughts.

the smell of Sophora japonica, grandma's smile and sweet memories.