1, between the branches and leaves of Sophora japonica, there are strings of tidbits, hugging each other and smiling shyly. The color is like plain brocade, neither coy nor artificial. Sophora japonica is not like peach blossom, it is a bit enchanting; Unlike apricot flowers, they are a little thin and a little white; Unlike the lotus, it is narcissistic and inaccessible; Unlike orchids in flower pots, it is hard to see when the sun is shining and the wind and rain are mixed. Sophora japonica seems to have been born in the countryside, not delicate at all, as simple as a farmer's uncle who has been dealing with the land for generations.

2. In the morning, the Sophora japonica is full of morning dew, crystal clear and elegant as if it had just taken a bath, stretching its posture against the rising sun. At noon, the light spots are dotted, bees shuttle between flowers, Sophora japonica blooms more brightly in the branches, and the breeze blows like a mountain spring; In the evening, Yuan Ye was solemn. Occasionally, cattle and sheep graze happily in the fields, and birds fly back to the forest. Sophora japonica is more distant and affectionate, faintly dotted with elegant pastoral customs.

In the countryside, there is no flower fragrance that can be compared with Sophora japonica. Even peach blossoms and apricot blossoms can only be smelled if they are close. Sophora japonica is different. It is found all over the village, even in the fields and on the roadside. They echo each other from afar and blend into one. Looking at the distance, locust trees are dotted with twists and turns. Breathing against the wind, the flowers are filled with fragrance, and you can smell the fragrance from afar. People float in the fragrance, and the fragrance is constantly immersed in the heart. It is fragrant during the day and sweet at night. Even people have the scent of Sophora japonica in their dreams at night.

4. It's the season of fragrance of Sophora japonica, and I can't help thinking of Sophora japonica in my hometown: clusters and strings are dotted among dense green leaves, dazzling white and bustling, and the whole village is immersed in refreshing fragrance.

5, a string of Sophora japonica flowers is like a silver chain, like a jade flower, and there is a faint fragrance in the wind. Just like a silver-haired old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, he forgot his pain and danced with his hair. The golden sun was hidden in the arms of the crunchy birds.

6. At this time, that piece of air is warped, spreading its wings like a flying butterfly, and the locust tree is covered with mountains and depressions, everywhere. White flowers in full bloom cover the mountains and valleys. Before and after the kiln, the village was filled with its fresh and elegant fragrance, which went straight into the heart and lungs.