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May every year is the season of blooming Sophora japonica in my hometown. The cool breeze in Xulaili, the pure white of a tree, is like a dream, always intoxicating and intoxicating.
I haven't been home for a long time, and my desire for my hometown is getting stronger and stronger. It's another quiet weekend. My husband and son took fruits and drinks, and drove to our hometown dozens of miles away to enjoy Sophora japonica and seek roots.
It has just rained, and the fields are filled with the fragrance of flowers and earth. Along a winding river, it won't take long to reach the Woods. The locust tree forest is at the northern end of the village. Before approaching it, you can smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica. From a distance, the green leaves with water droplets are shining in the sun, and clusters of pure white Sophora japonica are looming among the lush leaves, just like a girl who has just taken a bath, graceful and shy. Birds are chirping and jumping on the branches. Occasionally a breeze blows, and a few petals fall on the hair, shoulders and heart with the wind, which suddenly adds a bit of comfort and comfort.
Perhaps it is because my hometown belongs to Gaogang area, or perhaps it is because the villagers think that Sophora japonica is drought-resistant and wind-resistant, and my hometown people have always had a soft spot for Sophora japonica. As long as I can remember, I have the impression that almost every household has planted a row of Sophora japonica in front of it. The season of fragrant Sophora japonica is the most lively time in the village. After dinner, children and adults will come to their own locust trees to enjoy the cool. Groups of neighbors gathered under the locust tree to play poker and chess. Women are embroidering or knitting clothes under the trees, and children are running around chasing and playing. If there are guests, the tree is the best place to entertain them. Set a table, fry three or five dishes, a pot of old wine, and talk while drinking. The fragrance of Sophora japonica is accompanied by rich bouquet. That scene is really intoxicating.
This locust tree forest was planned by the government several years ago when planting trees. Around the winding Xiaoling River, hundreds of acres of trees have been planted, among which Sophora japonica is the largest, spanning two villages in length, and the hometown has also completed the leap of Sophora japonica from courtyard to field.
Because it was the first time to see such a grand pagoda tree, my son was so excited that he ran around under it. We took a lot of photos under the locust tree, and when we were tired of playing, we found a clearing to sit down and rest. The son set up a picture folder and prepared to draw with great interest; My husband, however, is still wandering, wandering from tree to tree, looking for mushrooms after rain in imagination; I leaned against a big tree and was in a daze.
"Rain in the future, the sun does not set, cicadas fall Sophora japonica. The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return. " Close your eyes, and the childhood scene clearly emerges in front of you. ......
When I was a child, I was raised in my grandmother's parents' parents. There is a row of tall locust trees in front of my grandmother's house. Whenever Sophora japonica is fragrant, it will wake up my greedy little insect to suck nectar. At this time, if I see grandpa coming back from hoeing outside, I will pounce like a swallow and pester him to pick Sophora japonica from the tree. My grandfather always picks me up, blows my little nose and says, "Girl, come with my grandfather." So I slipped down from my grandfather, found a small basket, and followed him to pick Sophora japonica.
Sophora japonica is tall, so you need a special hook to pick it. This kind of hook is usually made of a thick bamboo pole with a bent thick iron wire tied to the top. The top of the hook is sharp and sharp, which is convenient for hooking branches. Grandpa saw a bunch of Sophora japonica, put the hook on it, and with a little effort, a bouquet of Sophora japonica with fragrance fell to the ground. I happily picked up a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers under the tree and put them in a small basket. When I got home, my grandmother washed the Sophora japonica, and I couldn't wait to put a few flowers in my mouth. That sweetness will always pass through my lips and teeth sweetly.
Many times, my grandmother will make fragrant Sophora japonica with Sophora japonica, or mix washed Sophora japonica with flour to make sweet corn flour steamed bread. I like eating Sophora japonica steamed bread very much. Whenever grandma brings steaming steamed buns, I always eat my little belly until it is full. That sweet taste is still deeply in my memory.
Looking for thousands of trees outside the mountain, I only like the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Sophora japonica is rich, simple and stubborn. Roots do not need rich nutrition, as long as there is soil, it is a paradise for growth; Flowers can be used as medicine, cooking and making tea. I often think quietly: Huai, that kind of simplicity and tenacity, that kind of simplicity and easygoing, even obscurity, is more like my simple and kind hometown. They live quietly and peacefully in their own black land. As long as there is a sky and a soil, they will be happy. It is this simplicity that allows us to experience the goodness and true return of human nature from time to time in the noisy world.
The flowers are similar year by year, and the homesickness is getting stronger year by year. A tree is pure white and full of flowers. After a long absence from my hometown, I watched the world flow, enjoyed the splendid fireworks, traveled all over the country and dreamed of my hometown.
I love Sophora japonica in my hometown, and I love my hometown people.