The memory of the scent of Sophora japonica in May floats around the entire small village.

Whenever you walk into the road in the small village, you will be tightly surrounded by the fragrance of the sophora flowers blooming on both sides of the road. Take a deep breath, and the fragrance of the flowers will slowly enter your body through your nostrils, mouth, and ears.

I don’t know when I started to fall in love with Sophora japonica.

I remember when I was a child, when the sophora flowers were fragrant, adults were busy picking strings of sophora flowers from the trees, washing them and drying them to make all kinds of delicious meals.

As young people, we held strings of Sophora japonica flowers in our hands and played with them as delicious snacks.

Sophora japonica is just a thing that can be eaten, just like other edible eucalyptus.

After I entered high school, I could only go home once every four weeks or two weeks because I lived far away from home at school.

People like me who are super homesick basically go home once every two weeks.

One Sunday, we were supposed to study at school according to regulations. After the morning classes, I was homesick and my deskmate and I borrowed her bicycle and drifted home like the wind.

As soon as I turned onto the path leading to the village, I was greeted by the strong aroma of Sophora japonica flowers. Oh, why is it so fragrant? Why have I never felt that Sophora japonica flowers are so sweet and charming!

When I got home, my mother was surprised and said, "Son, why are you back home?"

I said I missed you while rummaging around the house for delicious food. My father told my mother to cook quickly while my third brother and my third brother were busy packing things in the yard.

I watched them busy while eating, and that happy scene has always been deeply imprinted in my mind.

This is why I like locust flowers so much. Whenever the locust flowers are fragrant, I will think of my hometown.

Sophora japonica also means nostalgia.