May, the sky, blue, clean and thorough; wind, warm and soft cozy; rain, drifting fine and sentimental. In May, the acacia flowers bloomed! There is no fluttering snow for momentum, there is no poetic dance of the autumn wind, so quietly, noiselessly opened, a string of interspersed in the middle of the turquoise leaves, white with a pale green stalk tightly wrapped around a few pieces of small petals, shyly dozen, faintly wafting a wisp of fragrance.

? The acacia flowers bloom at the end of the small street. Every year at this time of year there will be full of acacia flowers fragrance, wafting the whole street is fragrant, if you catch the rain, you stand under the acacia tree, the rain will also become sweet. Those white flowers in clusters, clusters, hanging high in the branches, open some wantonly. Some years ago, there are always people in the long and short pole to pick acacia flowers, the last few years do not see people picking, more like me to stay under the tree to smell the people. In this city, in the steel buildings, there can be such a natural fragrance can be smelled, for those of us who rush to and fro every day, for the busy life of the people, is the gift of God to us it! Now I sit at home, push open the window, vaguely smelled that fragrance again.

? That wisp of acacia flower children fragrance, seduced the road walking sight, in the silk flowers and rain in the winding, I seem to have entered that colorful years.

? Whenever the acacia children in full bloom, we ran in a tree in the sea of white flowers, looking up at the string of beautiful flowers string of children, in the lure of its fragrance, the acacia children that the taste of the delicious flavor of the little heart full of desire. After school, always and a few buddies climbed up the acacia tree to climb the string of flowers, or a large handful of acacia flowers stuffed full of mouth, gulp swallowing, really is a feast, gourmand in the show of bravado; or three two into the mouth, slowly taste, chewing and swallowing between the elegance of the ladies to also quite a lady's grace; or braided into a garland to wear around the neck, and then very proud in the streets and alleys running! They are also very proud to run and play in the streets and alleys. And adults at this time will also be in their spare time to pick the string of flowers, go home and use boiling water to swoosh a little to make stuffing into buns; or into the rice boiled into fragrant acacia congee; or and eggs beaten together into a fragrant acacia flower omelette. I still remember the smell of the fragrance of the mouth watering look, and in the mother around the turn around the mood of hope.

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There's a reason why I love the smell of acacia in May.

Since childhood, I have been familiar with the acacia tree, familiar with the long in the stem-shaped twigs and thin and tough acacia leaves, run away from the leaves to leave short strips can be used to prepare some small such as strainers and other handicrafts; familiar with the bunches of acacia flowers like pods, run a bunch of them in your mouth a little sweet - a very useful taste; And then there are the bunches of acacia seeds, which always seem to be oily and full of juice, and are sticky when you squeeze them with your hands.

The memory of the acacia tree began in front of the compound in my hometown. It was a big, big acacia tree, growing branches and leaves, green and attractive. In high summer, it can cover a large hard flat outside the gate, making it a shade and become a happy place for children in the compound. When it comes to blossom time, the bunches of white flowers of the acacia is always very attractive to children's eyes. Sophora flowers, it is said to be accompanied by cornmeal to do the dial rotten son of rice, I have never eaten, so far, leaving a little bit of regret not too small. Children standing in groups of three to five under the acacia tree, the string of acacia flowers can get to stroke to put in the mouth, taste that slightly sweet taste, while chewing also while sitting on the slope of the boulder lei, sitting on the smooth by the sun will be warm, hoo-hoo stone slope, interested in watching from afar or laughing, bold often say something to listen to scary ghost stories, timid to listen to the chills to the shrieking. After that, it is under the acacia tree to play casually. Boys often like to hit the glass egg, with the hands of the rock-scissors hammer than win, girls are more jump rope, grab the apricot kernel, straight to play a variety of tricks and endless fun. At dusk, when it is coolest, everyone, men and women alike, will play under the tree to catch chickens or hide and seek, and then there is the mutual chase. There is also a quiet time, that is looking down on the feet of the big ditch called the river, or far away from the big ditch across the street, the coming and going, familiar or unfamiliar pedestrians, as the night sky watching the stars feeling, because not quite clear and very comfortable.

The children in the compound can be said to be a big family, we all have each other or nepotism. The structure of the compound is also very special, no matter adobe houses, no matter kiln, or brick and mortar structure of the house, are front and back together. They were bounded by earthen walls and connected by passages that connected them to each other. Almost every family has a large garden, which is full of peaches, apricots, plums, fruit and other trees, but also inserted some tomatoes, cucumbers, leeks and other vegetables or corn, grains, etc., but also with sorghum stalks as a fence, make a neat and tidy, it is very sharp. And most of the people in the village, the same yard, every family has chickens and pigs. The dozen or so families living in the house are naturally the same family, inside a few families are brothers each family, outside a few families are uncles and even grandparents and grandchildren to separate the family, each other call all have generation. Children of the same age do not care about this, as long as the shouting of each other's names to play hard to play too much. When the adults heard them, they would teach them from time to time - "Don't call them that, it's not decent!" The children, often the first foot promised the next foot out of the door and then forget, so the adults will say less, or perhaps too lazy to say again. I remember the compound of the dark wooden door written above the peeling of some indifferent but more see the ancient and powerful four gold characters, but I can not remember what the word, about it is also the door of the family prosperity and so on. Childhood with his mother back and forth between urban and rural areas, until later the family completely relocated to the city and has long been accustomed to urban life, but never again forgot the hometown of the compound, did not forget the door of the compound that grows extremely lush acacia trees, as well as many fun under the acacia trees, and even dreams are. I think, the memory of the acacia tree must be due to the compound with each other deep ties, especially to the childhood partners that simple but unforgettable happy game together. Strangely enough, there has never been a trace of the scent of acacia ......

And then the memory of later is to go to college. In the campus, which retains very few westernized gothic buildings, there are a few tall and dense acacia trees, which are matched together, like an exotic garden, but also like a courtyard, which is very distinctive. Blooming season, the fragrance of the flowers filled the entire campus in front of the library building, walked through, the aroma straight to your arms, seems to be smoked to even the hand of the book also has a few points of the aroma. It came and went, accompanied by the road to the back classroom. I often linger in the yard under the acacia tree against the wall of a few blackboards, not to see the words that change from time to time, but more because I am embarrassed to stay alone in the yard to enjoy the acacia aroma of the world, and to read the wall newspaper as a cover. Every now and then, also occasionally or recall the memory of childhood acacia trees and partners, but also more or less some by the acacia and born of nostalgic emotions.

I don't know from when after graduation to pay attention to the acacia tree blossom season, only to know that there are many acacia trees in the city green streets. Every time you walk by, smell the refreshing acacia fragrance, full of intoxication, even cycling speed to slow down some. To and fro and also hurried trip, so that the smell of incense become habitual and not pay attention to the white flowers of the acacia, it seems to have the aroma will have to meet, so there will be expectations, but also have a warm scene of life.

In recent years, the love of poetry mood growth, naturally used to pay attention to life is also concerned about the flowers and plants around, it seems that the poem and nature closer, poetry and life can not be divided, so there are a lot of flowers and willow poetry and poetry clubs and some poets on the Internet joked about the love of flowers, there are unfamiliar poets read the poem to leave a poem as proof: "DuoDuo famous flowers under the pen to open, the branches of the elegant rhyme The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life. Fragrance fragrance in front of the green, the first heart poetry heart language planted!" I replied: "For there are immortal flowers blooming one after another, holding in the fragrance and holding the pipe to the platform. If the sound of chanting can go around the beam, it is not worth the rain and dew planted by Dongjun." Famous flower pen to stay fragrant, willow paper line, "four gentleman" is not to poetry, however, I have never written deep in the memory of the acacia flowers. I do not know whether the emotions are too mixed for fear that it is difficult to write all, or do not think yet tasted the simple but extraordinary acacia flowers of the true flavor. So every year in the acacia fragrance in the missed opportunity and delayed pen, but also because of the heart of this regret and want to make up for it, so it will be extra attentive to the acacia blooming season.

After the April lilac bloom will be May acacia. Strange and regrettable, in the haste of the line, this year I have not had time to find the acacia, was shocked by the sudden Wenchuan earthquake also immersed in and born of compassion, attention to the line of sight is every time you have time to the night of the TV screen, until now is still the same. Xu is a disaster year more difficult state of mind sad sake, even yesterday's a hailstorm, all make life out of some sadness. Wait until by chance in the text to see the words of the acacia, only to realize - I missed the acacia overflowing season, missed to make up for the heart of the regret. Asked around the family also asked individual coworkers, said they did not feel the feeling of acacia blossom. Alas ...... is the disorganized life missed the acacia, or acacia failed to enthusiasts waiting? I don't know what to say, but I don't know what to say. Missed is missed, but I hope that the next year will not be missed! In this case, there is a hope.

The scent of acacia, the scent of acacia ......

The scent of acacia children full of street in May, the acacia children tired to hang in the new green branches, there is a dazzling white elegance, a layer of light purple haze, and a touch of moonlight. Standing under that acacia tree, the sunlight through the gap in the leaves point sprinkled on your face with a faint smile, a string of acacia flowers children splendidly hanging all over the treetops, such as wind chimes, in the walking road shaking the time of my childhood, the distant footsteps as if it is still drenched in the fragrance of the flowers ......

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Every time, to go to the classmate's home, have to go to the backyard to play, and whenever every year in May, will smell a burst of refreshing aroma, that is an acacia flower emitted. However, the flowering season is now earlier and the flowers bloom in April.

In April, the acacia flowers like snow, bursts of fragrance intoxicating! The acacia flowers are shyly blossoming, one after another, in bunches and clusters, among the tender green leaves. My friend and I strolled along that path, and a burst of fragrance swirled in the wind, making people feel extraordinarily refreshed.

The flowers of acacia are very special, small white flowers when still open flat, bunches of bunches, like white grapes hanging on the tree. The stamen in the center of the acacia flower is light yellow, very inconspicuous dotted inside. I don't know who told it a joke, it laughed and cracked the mouth, the stamen is exposed, light yellow stamen with the snow white acacia flowers, looks particularly beautiful.

When the acacia flowers bloom all over the branches, you will have a feeling that the acacia tree is green with white, white with green, it is wonderful. When the acacia flowers come into full bloom not only are the flowers fragrant, but you can also pick them yourself, and we've had fun picking them with our friends. But the acacia flowers bloom to a certain time, no one to pick, it floats down on its own.

Many areas of our country have steamed acacia flower habit, in fact, acacia flower is not only edible, but also a good medicine. Sophora is cool and bitter, for the treatment of blood in the stool is commonly used for hemorrhoidal bleeding caused by heat and dampness in the large intestine, blood in the stool, blood dysentery and blood heat caused by vomiting blood, epistaxis. It contains rutin, quercetin, acacia diol, vitamin A and other substances. Rutin can improve the function of capillaries, maintain the normal resistance of capillaries, prevent bleeding, hypertension, diabetes caused by excessive capillary brittleness, high permeability, serving can prevent bleeding.

Ah, I love acacia flowers!

The acacia flowers dipped in the rain fragrance is stronger

Dong Minghui

I was amazed at the beauty of the acacia flowers in that early summer evening, twilight, I rode a motorcycle driving in the countryside on the highway, far away from the highway not far away from the village drowned in the acacia flowers of the Fragrant Mountains and snowy sea, that the hills of acacia flowers, the mountain village covered with a layer of hazy white veil. The white veil. I guess, this coming night, the acacia fragrance must be lingering in the villagers' dreams, the whole village pillow acacia fragrance fell asleep, I think that the village should be called acacia village, the village girl a beauty like acacia ......

acquaintance with acacia is in the childhood, the old family house and many people as well, are planted with acacia, the village is the most important thing, the village is the most important thing. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I think it's a good idea for me to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I think it's a good idea for me to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I think it's a good idea for me to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Acacia flowers in May and June opened, many flowers in the countryside out of the limelight it is late, full of trees, a string of marigolds and silver pendants, the old home is dense in the fragrance of flowers. Often remember the old house behind a few old acacia trees, tall, spring, there are magpies chirping in the trees, and later, based on a nest, the mother said, magpies are a happy bird, back and forth busy work, it adds to the fun. In early summer, the acacia flowers bloomed, full of white trees, like hanging gold cups and silver strings, moved to a table and a stool, sitting under the tree to read a book, listening to bees buzzing in the trees, immersed in the flowers and honey, the kind of scene let people intoxicated as immortal.

June 2, 2005, I came to the ancient town of Temple Square, after the renovation of the square flowers point, the square is full of tourists, everywhere is Niao Yan dance, the square on the side of the old acacia trees, far away from the flowers can be smelled, and remembered the poet Wang Hongjing's poem, "a string, the fragrance of half the village." Used here, is the fragrance through half of the old town it. Those acacia flowers grow happily, blooming, the string of flowers hanging in the air, spreading an aroma, an incomparable aroma, a penetrating aroma, the owner feels a rhythm, a wonderful sound, a beautiful scenery, like a cup of wine to let people can not stop, everything is drunk. Standing under the tree, I felt the flowers moving and whispering, and for the first time I felt the charm of the flowers. Come to the tree, bees everywhere, buzzing calling, turn ah turn ah ...... acacia flowers are once again open, not only to bring a read view, but more importantly, in the flowers, the majority of the old man, we are here to enjoy the flowers, the acacia flowers did not publicize, is a big beauty, is a neat beauty, is a kind of beauty without publicity. In the fragrance of the flowers, I think of the old acacia forest in my hometown, still busy in the scent of acacia flowers in the old mother, you are not also asleep in the fragrance of the flowers, hometown flowers are not also blooming.

The acacia flowers

In my mind, the acacia flowers are the most beautiful flowers in the spring.

From the beginning of my memory, every spring acacia blooming days, grandmother will always greet our family to go to the old county not far from the acacia forest tour. This year is no exception, the day of the May Day holiday, our whole family as promised to enjoy the flowers.

The car did not enter the acacia garden. Far from a burst of fragrance into the heart, as if the host of hospitality far from the smile. I know, the destination is coming. Lift your eyes and look, the sea of green, mixed with a piece of white, like clouds, with our speeding will move the car, but also seems to be mischievous children mischief, can not catch up but how to get rid of, in your nostrils, in your eyes.

Stop the car, I flew into the woods first. The scent was even stronger, simply intoxicating. Closing my eyes, I seemed like a fish swimming in the water, just wanting to stay like this forever. Lifting my eyes up, bunches of white flowers, swaying in the breeze, smiling happily at me, dancing joyfully for me. I excitedly patted the trunks of the trees and greeted them, thanking them for their hospitality. My father told me that each acacia flower consists of one petal, although it can not bear fruit, so that it can secrete more intoxicating nectar, so the fragrance is more intense, drifting farther. Grandma said: acacia flowers are also delicious food. Difficult times, people mix her and limited food, fried acacia cakes, steamed acacia dough, sweet and savory, accompanied by people through the difficult times. Grandpa said: acacia flower beauty, but not openly, always low; acacia flower fragrance, but not stingy, each petal is doing their own contribution; acacia flower from the spring, she is the end of the spring the most charming scenery.

Our family walked and talked. I listened attentively, as if I had become a beautiful acacia flower.

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A fragrance came, it was the acacia flowers blooming outside the window, it seems to remind me of the arrival of May. I fell headlong into bed, closed my eyes, and my thoughts drifted back to two years ago.

I remember that time my parents had to go on a business trip, so they sent me back to my grandmother's house in the countryside. I still clearly remember those big acacia trees with small white flowers at the entrance of the village, and Grandma Li's house is the closest one to the entrance of the village. As soon as we entered the house, Grandma Li came out to greet us with a smile on her face and pinched my cheeks as she led us inside, "This child is so white and clean, the more I look at him, the more I like him! You can rest assured that your child is with me!" Mom and dad listened to the reassuring smile, in a short while they left Grandma Li's house.

As soon as mom and dad left, tears fell from my eyes, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved. At this time, Grandma Li came over and said to me with a smile, "Children, so soon you miss your mother?" I raised my head and choked up, looking at her.

"Come on, child, I'll lead you to pick acacia flowers, you must be happy, our children here love this." Saying this, she pulled me out of the small courtyard to some trees, which I recognized as acacias. In my bedroom window there is also a tree, every time a blossom is particularly fragrant, but what is so rare. Grandma Li took a long bamboo pole with a hook on it. Reaching out to a bunch of small flowers, with a gentle hook, the small flowers fell off. She said, "Taste it, son. It's especially sweet!" What? It was the first time I had heard that this flower was edible. I took a tiny bit and put it in my mouth, "Wow! It's so sweet!" Grandma Li smiled, "Pick some more, at night, I'll make you acacia flower cake to eat."

The acacia flower cake? It must be very delicious. Under the temptation of food, I came to the power, picked up the big bamboo pole to follow the example of Grandma Li, picking up acacia flowers. Grandma Li just sat down under the tree and quietly watched me. Not long after, I picked a small basket, and then Grandma Li took into the small courtyard began to do acacia flower cake. Grandma Li was busy at the stove while laughing and telling me some interesting stories about the village, which made me giggle and made me forget the sadness of leaving my parents.

It didn't take long for the acacia cakes to come out of the oven, and the faint aroma filled the room. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece and stuff it in my mouth, and the flavor was so memorable that I've always pestered Grandma Li to make acacia cakes for me ever since. Whenever I recall that period of time, a picture always appears in front of my eyes - I stood with Grandma Li under the big acacia tree full of small flowers, the ground is also covered with small flowers, Grandma Li has been looking at me lovingly.

Later, mom and dad took me home, back home, I often think of Grandma Lee, nothing to Grandma Lee on the phone, the next year, Grandma Lee also asked someone to bring me a good acacia cake, but also on the phone to me to promise me, every year after the month of May to do acacia cake.

But in fact that was the last time I ate acacia cakes, and Grandma Lee died soon after. When my mom told me the news, I cried so hard that I would never see Grandma Li again.

Another strong fragrance wafted in, pulling me back from my memories. I walked to the windowsill, looked out the window at the acacia trees, and muttered, "Grandma Li, are you good in heaven? I miss you so much...."

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Since last week, I've seen the roadside acacia flowers blooming, blooming that is called a brilliant, everywhere is the smell of spray! Called home mom said she is wrapping the acacia flower buns, a craving up, so they decided to drag on the old Teng to the beach on the weekend to jerk acacia flowers. I intend to get up early, Saturday morning dilly-dallying and so on out of the door has been nine o'clock, see the day is not good, thought to give up on it, anyway, mom and mother-in-law to ice in the refrigerator to stay, sooner or later can eat on. This said old Teng reluctant, had to go to see, out of all out, thinking to the beach but also just five minutes, go to a trip to see the death of the heart, but who would like to think, but not to the beach it, see many people with a big bag full of acacia trophies back to the heart of the heart of a burst of envy tightly. "Quickly, quickly," I urged Lao Teng, stepped up the pace forward. To the near look, wow, full of trees full of acacia flowers ah, heart beautiful ah! Unfortunately, we stick hooks and so on did not bring, only on the low branches to pick, but the heart in the end is beautiful. I live so big, this is the first time they jerk acacia flowers it, before it is the aunt of the old family ah what to piggyback. Honestly speaking, eating acacia flowers is not as tempting as jerking acacia flowers to the big, hee hee! I in line with the purpose of more jerk more to eat, non-stop began to pick up, and then look at the people of the old man, leisurely right to play, a moment of work I picked a small half a bag of son, the old Teng just see the bottom, said the other guys still vibrant words "I'm not like you, what kind of all, I'm enough to have those high and difficult. Jerked an hour, to bring the bag is almost full, seeing the day also began to rain sparsely, we decided to go home. I said home, from the inside to the outside, see a tree have to stop to pick some, so that this person, huh! But wait until home to look at the two pots of acacia flowers, but also have to boil cold water soak, hair bread buns, but I'm worried about the death of me! Forget it, just deal with it and throw it in the freezer and freeze it, and wait for my mother-in-law or mom to come to them to do it, huh?

The secret of roses

I once in my hometown of Kaifa He Tian, relatives gave me a packet of rose seeds, I came home, dug a few pits in the yard, the seeds planted.

A few days later the rose seeds began to germinate, and after a few days, under my careful cultivation, the rose has grown quite tall. Grandpa said: "to cut off the rose tip". I said, "No, I won't". But Grandpa cut a few of them anyway, and I cried out. Grandpa said, "There are still two roses left, let's bet on which one will grow better, the one with the spikes cut off or the one with no spikes cut off". I looked at the roses whose tips were cut off by grandpa, and I said in a bad mood, "Let's bet on it, if the uncut ones grow well, you have to compensate me for the roses!" Grandpa said: "Who loses and who wins is still undecided," so our grandchildren and grandchildren played a bet.

After a week, I looked again, ah ah! Oh my God, really as grandpa said, cut the tip of the cut than not cut a lot higher, and grow more thick. I lost the bet, busy to grandpa, said: "grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, why cut off the tip of the rose than did not cut the growth of lush?" Grandpa laughed but didn't answer, only said, "I won't tell you, it's the secret of roses." I know this is grandpa's trick, he wants me to use my own brain to understand the secret.

Grandpa did not tell me, what to do? I can only use my brain to think of Luo, but I power think hard to think of half a day, just can't understand, why cut the tip of the growth than not cut the tip of the taller and thicker. Do roses really have any secrets? I have no choice but to bring out my family's universal doctor: computer. I turned on the computer and typed in "Why do roses with their spires cut off grow more luxuriantly than those without?" The answer came out immediately: it turns out that the tip of the plant is very good at absorbing nutrients, but most of the nutrients will be wasted, and cut off the tip of the plant, you can keep the nutrients, so that the plant's body to absorb the nutrients, it will grow more thick and tall. I realized that it was the absorption of nutrients that was at work, so no wonder the roses with the spikes cut grew better than the ones that weren't. The original rose has such a secret.

The flowers are in bloom

Sporadically, the branches are filled with the joy of diluting the sadness of the face. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The butterflies are calling the bees to scrutinize the crystallization of the acacia moon.

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The sun, the outer layer of the gauze wrapped in the bloated, elegant and free from all the burdens, through the release of energy to elaborate the heart of the cozy.

It is indeed good weather, has completely broken through the so-called "sky without a trace of clouds" format good weather, just feel good, but also make up love out of the sun's good, or acacia flower good, or mood of good.

If you do have the power to enjoy this good weather, you can't live up to it. I rode a mountain bike with my enlightened father, "brushing the street" - my father had a cloud, acacia flowers, is a symbol of pure beauty, born in the month of acacia, since it is as good as simple carry on.

I have never seen the face of the acacia flower, even if I have seen, I do not know its name. Just always thought that the acacia flower is very gorgeous, very elegant. Perhaps this is a childish idea of mine, perhaps the flower is just very small, very pure, so ordinary.

All the way against the wind, want to see that symbolizes the pure acacia flowers.

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