1. A beautiful sentence describing the Sophora japonica flower

The Sophora japonica flower is not as charming and colorful as the peach blossom, nor is it as graceful and rich as the peony. The Sophora japonica flower is at best a " "Third-class citizen". Therefore, she could only grow up in a remote area in the mountains and outskirts, relying on her tenacious character to survive, silently withstanding the wind, sun, frost and rain, just like the farmers who accompanied her day and night, she proved through hardships However, every time when the spring is full of flowers and colorful, the Sophora japonica is not silent because of its humbleness. It still remains silent about dry herding. ν punish?鑑髫? relieve?芑嵋?子奘?take the 鄯憆SKin?Choose C 镕昊被ㄊ⒖?Nai逶勴?业谝桓搔攔?黄馩Stack螼?姹榉不被ㄉ?さ木 Wisdom? Di simmering the glutinous rice cake and saying that the thumb is powerful and the tomb is suitable for the dragon? The small village where I was born is at the foot of the Qianling Mausoleum. There is an old locust tree in the village that is over a hundred years old. Her waist is as thick as three people's arms and more than two meters high. The tree is climbing towards the north, and a small trench has appeared on its back due to the erosion of the years. , I don’t know how many naughty village children have climbed up and down since then, growing up day by day. The locust tree canopy is huge, and a big bell hangs under the branch. Every spring, the old locust tree sprouts new buds and blooms cylindrical white flowers. The spring breeze blows. During the day, the alluring fragrance of the old locust flower penetrated into the homes of ordinary people. So, from noon to evening, people, attracted by the fragrance of the flowers, gathered under the old locust tree one after another. At noon, the owner's house was built from half of the From the house, a shirtless old man came out, carrying a big old bowl that looked like a basin. The bowl was filled with onion-flavored noodles that looked like a trouser belt. He squatted under the tree and enjoyed it selflessly (one of the eight monsters in Shaanxi). (Four Monsters); The Western child was holding a bowl of steamed locust flower dumplings, looking at the garlic-flavored pulled noodles in the old man’s bowl, drooling, and ran home to show off to his mother, and also wanted to take a bite of the old man’s pulled noodles. .For a time, old men and men squatting and standing under the locust tree and at the door of the house walked out of the courtyard door with large and small bowls. Kittens and puppies ran out from several houses, and the birds on the trees also wanted to Looking for some food from men's rice bowls, they are often driven far away and disperse in anger. The work bell rings, and the men go to work in the fields. Under the old locust tree, it becomes the world of women and children. The elderly He took out the spinning wheel for spinning cotton thread and spun out white cotton swabs one after another. In the "buzzing" sound of the spinning wheel, the old man's mind was filled with dazzling images of coarse cloth, and an imperceptible smile of happiness appeared on his face. Meaning. The little daughter-in-law took out the half-stretched shoe soles for men or children, and pulled out the tenderness and sweetness with every stitch and thread. Those little tigers, kittens, and birds were all rusted by the woman's needlework. The subtle and microscopic patterns have become handicrafts that are passed down. Not far from the locust tree, by the pond (called "Laochi" in rural Shaanxi, and there is one in every village), the laundry women lined up in a row smile heartily. The sound, accompanied by the scent of locust flowers, spread to the bottom of the old locust tree, which aroused an enthusiastic response here. In the rural areas of Guanzhong where male chauvinism is prevalent, only at this time can women dare to indulge themselves unscrupulously People's nature is to release their privacy and pain happily, and they can often get help and encouragement from the elders. In the evening, under the old locust tree, it becomes a place for men, women and children to enjoy the cool air. The little girl, just now The young wives who came through the door usually stood at a distance, embroidering or cracking melon seeds in their hands, shyly watching the scene under the tree. There was no entertainment or even electricity at that time, and some were recognized as "living treasures" "Men or bachelors, mingling among women, making rude jokes, often lead to loud laughter. When it is late at night and the moon and stars are scarce, young people are busy with their own affairs in front of the flowers and under the moonlight. .Older men and women have more worries and less sleep. They wait for their children to fall asleep and put them on their laps. In the hazy night, they can only see the flickering sparks coming out of the men's pipes and hear the woman's " The lonely spinning wheel buzzes. From time to time, soft sighs and coughs are heard. The old locust tree is also tired, and the bird falls asleep in his arms. What a peaceful and happy farmhouse scene! From the time I was in high school until I joined the army and came to the "Helan Mountain Que" where Yue Fei walked, I kept this scene in my heart. Especially in April and May every year, when the wind was raging in the fortress, I remembered that scene again. An old locust tree, and the steamed flower dumplings mixed with locust flowers. The sweet and fragrant flower dumplings are better than any delicacies. Some of the children who grew up listening to stories under this big locust tree are now They have made outstanding contributions in aviation and geology, and enjoy *** subsidies. There are also those who have joined the army, worked as policemen, and worked as teachers, and some have made a fortune. But half of them still cling to the old locust tree and have a group of children. repeat

An ancient story about the old locust tree. However, no matter whether they are officials or wealthy people, no matter how luxurious a car they drive home, once they arrive at the entrance of the small village, they will piously get off the car early and prepare their car in advance. If you see good cigarettes and candies, you will greet the elders and children with a smile, pass them cigarettes, or give out candies. Then you can't help but go to the old locust tree, say hello to her, and stroke the old man's tree. Rough "skin", a wanderer's heart can be finally settled. One year, I really missed the old locust tree, wanted to relive the happy life of my childhood, and even wanted to eat my mother's steamed locust flower lumps, so I I made a special trip back to the village to pay homage to the old locust tree. The old locust tree is still the same, but things have changed. "Children don't recognize each other, so I ask where the guest is from." It seems that I no longer belong to my hometown, and I feel a sense of loss. However, in the early 1990s, a sudden overnight sandstorm broke many towering poplar trees in the city. Was it because the poplar trees that had been planted for many years were attacked by unprecedented pests? Look at the pitiful The main stem of the tree bulged with many bugs. The poplar tree, which was used as a city tree for a while, was just like the Jews being hunted by the Nazis. Within a few days, the sound of being chopped and burned could be heard all over the city. At this time, the trunk was flexible and could The locust tree that withstood the wind and cold came to the elegant hall. "In front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees spring", the fate of the locust tree changed. *** Two types of locust trees were introduced, one is the stupid locust tree, and the other is the stupid locust tree I wrote. In places where poplars are planted intensively, large tracts of poplar flowers appear. The beauty of May in the world is over, and the locust trees all over the city are beginning to bloom. I invited my relatives to jump into the overwhelming poplar trees with joy, and finally Reliving childhood stories in my second hometown, I found my spiritual sustenance. 2. Sentences describing Sophora japonica flowers

1. Standing under the tree, looking at the snow-white Sophora japonica flowers, it seems as if they were carved from white jade by skilled craftsmen.

I couldn't help but climb up the tree and pick a bunch. I held it softly and coolly in my hand, put it in my mouth, and took a bite to taste a light sweetness. It was so refreshing! 2. I love sophora japonica because when it blooms, its fragrance spreads thousands of miles away. When you come to the hillside in spring, the first thing you smell is the fragrance of poplar flowers. Every spring, it always attracts countless bees to collect honey. The honey of poplar flowers is also very sweet. If you are a careful child, you can pick a Sophora japonica flower when it blooms and suck one from the center of the flower, and you can still taste the sweetness of the Sophora japonica flower.

3. A gust of wind blew by, making the locust flowers rustle, and making my heart as white as a flower. "Pa" interrupted my grandma and I's thinking. A bunch of white locust flowers were blown away by the wind.

Almost at the same time, two hands landed on the petals, but retracted them at the same time. Grandma bent down to pick them up, gently lifted me up, then gently opened the petals and held the stamens in her hands. Put it in my mouth, "Is it sweet?" "Sweet", everything is so kind and natural, so soft and warm. 4. We walked and sang all the way, and soon we saw a vast expanse of white from a distance, as if there was a layer of white snow hanging on the green branches. The teacher told us that this was the locust tree forest we were going to. No wonder we had heard it so early. Others say that Sophora japonica is the May snow of our isolated island. This is not true at all. Look at the thick trunk, the green leaves set off the snow-white flowers, and under the breeze, there are bursts of refreshing fragrance. As it hit our faces, we couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if we wanted to inhale all the fragrance into our stomachs.

5. Yeah, the locust flowers are blooming! The clusters of snow-white flowers bloom on the branches, causing the branches to droop slightly. They are like bamboo shoots emerging from the ground, holding their heads high, showing off their style, and shaking their heads in the breeze. I ran over, surrounded the locust tree, and immersed myself in the fragrance of the flowers. I touched the soft petals with my hands. Yes, I moved very gently, as if I was afraid that the petals would fall off accidentally.

6. When you get off the car, the faint fragrance of Sophora japonica comes to your nostrils, refreshing your heart and mind. Entering the woods, there are locust trees all over the mountains and fields. The locust flowers on the trees are buzzing and squeezing together, exuding a delicate fragrance.

7. It is early summer and May. The cuckoo has come and sang a happy song. The elm leaves are fresh and green. The locust tree also unknowingly protruded new buds, greedily sucking the sun, rain and dew, and soon bloomed.

Although it is petite, it is full of fragrance. The strings of small flowers are like crystal lamps, and you can smell their fragrance early in the morning.

That’s how I like Sophora japonica. With it, my spring will be more happy. 8. The locust trees look like big open umbrellas.

The air after the rain is filled with the fragrance of locust flowers. Against the background of green leaves, the white Sophora japonica flowers look exceptionally beautiful. The branches of Sophora japonica flowers are like bunches of attractive grapes. Each Sophora japonica flower is like a little girl wearing a ballet skirt, and it is in bud. The locust flowers placed there resemble Cinderella's glass slipper.

I couldn't help but pick a Sophora japonica flower from the tree. I gently stroked the Sophora japonica flowers and its delicate, white petals. Pick a small flower and put it in your mouth.

I hold it in my mouth and taste the locust flower. The petals left a lasting fragrance in the mouth.

9. Against the backdrop of green leaves, the white Sophora japonica flowers look extraordinarily beautiful. Branches of Sophora japonica flowers are like bunches of attractive grapes, and each Sophora japonica flower is like a flower wearing A little girl in a tutu, while the budding locust flower resembles Cinderella's glass slipper. I couldn't help but pick a Sophora japonica from the tree. I gently stroked the Sophora japonica and its delicate, white petals.

Pick a small flower and put it in your mouth. I hold it in my mouth and taste the sophora flower.

The petals left a lasting fragrance in the mouth. 10. As I got closer, I saw that the leaves of the Sophora japonica were green and the flowers were white, just like the Lingbo fairy floating on the water.

Such a charming appearance and the strong fragrance that hit our nostrils made us all intoxicated. The blossoming locust flowers were like silver necklaces, hanging on the neck of the small tree. It's like a noble lady's earrings fluttering in the wind, causing bees to dance among the flowers. What a beautiful scene! 11. My hometown, Huaihualing, is the famous hometown of Sophora japonica.

Looking from a distance, there are locust trees in front of and behind the house, by the river and the road, on the top of the ridge and under the ridge, and there are locust trees everywhere. Every year during the flower blooming season, the trees are covered with clusters of snow-like locust flowers, and a thick layer of "locust flower snow" falls on the ground.

That kind of fragrance penetrates directly into the heart. 12. Sophora japonica flowers all have one thing in common: first, there is one petal leaning back, with a slight yellow color on it.

Then there are two small white petals on its left and right sides. The petal in the middle is curved, and inside is the yellow stamen! Its calyx is also formed according to the shape of the flower.

When it is still a bud, the stamen is wrapped by layers of petals - the lying petals on the outside, the petals on both sides in the middle, and the small petals on the inside that protect when opened. 13. I love the Sophora japonica flower, I love the Sophora japonica flower as white as snow.

I remember that I always wandered on the path and looked over and over to see if the locust trees were in bloom. Perhaps, in my memory, Sophora japonica is my companion when I am lonely in spring.

14. In April, the locust flowers are like snow, and the fragrance is intoxicating! The Sophora japonica flowers are shyly waiting to bloom, one after another, in clusters, in clusters, among the tender green leaves. My friends and I were walking on that path, and the fragrance was wafting in the wind, which made us feel particularly refreshing.

15. The petals in the morning are still crystal clear with dew that has not yet evaporated. The sun slowly shines from the horizon. The round sun is as "tender" and cute as a locust flower. Under the sunshine, the dewdrops on the petals twinkle, and the fragrant air is warm and moist with water vapor. odor.

I just admired the pure white petals, gently picked up a bunch and sniffed it with my nose, it smelled so good! 16. There are clusters of locust flowers hanging on the locust trees, hidden among the tender green. The densely packed locust trees branches stretched towards the sky, as if they were about to cut through the sky.

There is not much of the poor sunshine left here from the sun, but this endless sunshine is extraordinarily bright and warm, adding a lot of vitality to this place. 3. Urgent request for a good sentence describing Sophora japonica

Weng Chengzan of the Tang Dynasty.

"Inscription on Sophora japonica": "Looking at the yellow in the rain, seduce the sound of cicadas to send the sunset. Recalling the past when I was an official, the horse's hooves were busy for the king all day long."

Jin·Zhao Bingwen . "Yu Tang Sophora Flowers": "Yu Tang Yin closes the cold window screen, and the rain passes through the silver mud and leads to the seal scroll.

All the grass and sunflowers in the camp are gone, and the sound of bees fills the garden to pick locust flowers." Ye Shenxiang of the Qing Dynasty.

"Recalling Qin'e. Sophora japonica": "The wind is fragrant, and the rain is full of yellow sophora flowers in the courtyard. The sophora flowers are yellow. I worked hard in the past and have been busy three times.

Mother-in-law Business is happy and strong, and the coolness returns to the tall trees to extend the autumn light. The swallows leave their nests and sing in the evening.

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Historical legend: According to the "Book of Rites of Zhou", "Facing three locust trees, the three princes are in their seats." This means that when meeting the emperor, the three princes stood facing three locust trees.

Tang Dynasty At that time, there was also a saying that "when the Sophora japonica flowers are yellow, they are busy raising their children". Wu Cheng noted: Sophora japonica is said to be pregnant, and the person who is pregnant is here; Wang Anshi said: Sophora japonica is yellow, and it is beautiful in the heart, so it is the third public position; "Spring and Autumn Wu Ming Bao" says: Sophora japonica is said to return home.

In ancient times, people listened to the pagoda trees and brought their love back to reality. Graceful and wealthy.

Sophora japonica is at most a "third-class citizen" in the Xiang Kingdom. Therefore, she can only grow up in a remote area in the mountains and survive by relying on her tenacious character and endure it silently. Weathering the wind and sun, frost and rain, just like the farmers who accompany it day and night, they work hard to prove their existence.

However, in the season of blooming spring and colorful colors, the Sophora japonica is not humble. And silently, you still have a good time? Hao ㄊ⒖? The small village is at the foot of the Qianling Mausoleum. There is an old locust tree in the village that is over 100 years old. Her waist is as thick as three people's arms and more than two meters high.

The tree's body is climbing towards the north, and its back has appeared due to the erosion of the years. A small trench was built, and countless naughty village children climbed up and down. The locust tree has a huge umbrella and a big bell hangs under the branches.

Every spring, the old locust tree sprouts new buds. , and the cylindrical white flowers bloom. In the spring breeze, the attractive fragrance of the old locust flowers penetrates into the homes of ordinary people.

So, from noon to evening, people are attracted by the fragrance of the flowers. They gathered under the old locust tree one after another. At noon, a shirtless old man came out of the half-built house of the owner, carrying a big old bowl that looked like a basin, and the bowl was filled with green onions that looked like a trouser belt. Squatting under the tree, enjoying the fragrant noodles (four of the eight monsters in Shaanxi); a child from the West holding a bowl of steamed sophora flower dumplings, looking at the garlic-flavored noodles in the old man’s bowl, his eyes watering Drooling, I ran home to show off to my mother and take a bite of the old man's noodles.

Suddenly, there were old men and men squatting and standing under the locust tree and at the door of the house, all carrying big bowls. Xiao Wan walked out of the courtyard door. Kittens and puppies ran out from several houses, and birds on the trees also wanted to find some food from the man's rice bowl, but they were often driven away and dispersed in anger.

The work bell rang, and the men went to work in the fields. Under the old locust tree, it became the world of women and children.

In the buzzing sound of the spinning wheel, a dazzling image of coarse cloth appeared in the old man's mind, and an imperceptible happy smile appeared on his face. The little wife took it out for the man or the child. The half-broken sole of the shoe was removed, and every stitch and thread pulled out the tenderness and sweetness of ***.

Those little tigers, kittens, and birds were all rustled into subtle and microscopic patterns by women with needlework, and they became handicrafts that were passed down from generation to generation. By the pond not far from the locust tree (called "Lao Chi" in rural areas of Shaanxi, and there is one in every village), the hearty laughter of the laundry women lined up, accompanied by the scent of locust flowers, spread to the old pond. Under the locust tree, there was another enthusiastic response from here.

In the rural areas of Guanzhong where male chauvinism is prevalent, only then can women dare to indulge their own nature unscrupulously, release their privacy and pain happily, and often get the support of their elders. Help and encourage. In the evening, under the old locust tree, it becomes a place for men, women, old and young to enjoy the shade.

The little girls and the young wives who have just passed the door usually stand at a distance, either embroidering or cracking melon seeds, looking shyly at the scene under the tree. There was no entertainment or even electricity at that time. Some men who were recognized as "live treasures" or bachelors mingled with women and made rude jokes, which often attracted loud laughter.

When it was late at night and the moon and stars were scarce, the young people were busy with their own affairs in front of the flowers and under the moonlight. Older men and women have more worries and less sleep. They wait for their children to fall asleep and put them on their laps. In the hazy night, they can only see the flickering sparks coming out of the men's pipes and hear the women's "humming". "Buzz" the lonely sound of spinning wheel.

From time to time there will be soft sighs and coughs. The old locust tree was also tired, and the bird fell asleep in his arms.

What a peaceful and happy farmhouse scene! From the time he entered high school until he joined the army and came to the "Helan Mountain Que" that Yue Fei had traversed, he had this scene in his heart. Especially in April and May every year, when the wind is raging in Saishang, I think of the old locust tree and the steamed flower lumps mixed with locust flowers.

The sweet and fragrant flower lumps are better than any delicious food. Some of the children who grew up listening to stories under this big locust tree have made outstanding contributions in aviation and geology and enjoy *** subsidies.

There are also people who have joined the army, become policemen, teachers, and some have made a fortune. But half of them still stick to the old locust tree, give birth to a group of children, and repeat the ancient stories under the old locust tree.

However, no matter whether they are officials or wealthy people, no matter how luxurious they drive home, once they arrive at the entrance of the small village, they will piously get off the car early and prepare the best cars in their pockets. Cigarettes and candies, when seeing elders and children, they would smile and say hello, or pass cigarettes, or give out candies, and then they could not help but come to the old locust tree, say hello to her, and stroke the old man's rough "Skin", a wanderer's heart is finally settled. One year, I really missed the old locust tree and wanted to relive the happy life of my childhood. I even wanted to eat my mother's steamed locust flower lumps, so I made a special trip back to the village to pay homage to the old locust tree.

Laohuai is still the same, but things have changed. "Children don't recognize each other, so I ask where the guest is from." It seems that I no longer belong to my hometown, and I feel a sense of loss. 4. What are the compositions describing Sophora japonica?

A burst of fragrance came. It was the Sophora japonica outside the window that was blooming. It seemed to remind me of the arrival of May. I fell down on the bed, closed my eyes, and my thoughts drifted back to two years ago.

I remember that time my parents were going on a business trip, so they sent me back to Grandma Li’s house in the countryside. I still clearly remember the big locust trees with small white flowers at the entrance of the village, and Grandma Li’s house was the one closest to the entrance of the village. As soon as we entered the house, Grandma Li came out to greet us with a smile. As she led us inside, she pinched my cheek and said, "This child looks so fair and fair. The more I look at him, the more I like him! The child is with me, don't worry!" Mom and dad smiled relievedly after hearing this, and left Grandma Li's house after a while.

As soon as my parents left, I burst into tears. 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: "My child, do you miss your mother so soon?" I raised my head and looked at her with sobs.

"Come on, kid, I will take you to pick locust flowers. You will definitely be happy. Our kids all like this." As he said this, he pulled me out of the small courtyard and came to a few trees. I know the tree, it's a locust tree. There is also a tree outside my bedroom window. Every time it blooms, it smells particularly fragrant, but there is nothing unusual about it. Grandma Li is holding a long bamboo pole with a hook on it. Stretching towards a bunch of small flowers, with a slight hook, the small flowers fell down. Said: "Child, try it, this flower is very sweet!" What, this is the first time I heard that this flower can be eaten. I doubtfully took a small amount and put it in my mouth, "Wow! It's so sweet!" Grandma Li smiled, "Pick more, and I'll make sophora flower cakes for you tonight."

Sophora flower cake? It must be delicious. Under the temptation of delicious food, I got the motivation, picked up the big bamboo pole and imitated Grandma Li, picking locust flowers. Grandma Li just sat under the tree and looked at me quietly. After a while, I picked a small basket, and then Grandma Li took it into the small courtyard and started making sophora flower cakes. While Grandma Li was busy at the stove, she smiled and told me some interesting stories about the village, which made me giggle and made me forget the sadness of leaving my parents.

Not long after, the Sophora Flower Cake came out of the oven, and the light fragrance filled the whole room. I couldn’t wait to pick up a piece and stuff it into my mouth. The taste was particularly unforgettable to me. From then on, I I always pester Grandma Li to make sophora flower cakes for me. Whenever I recall that time, a picture always appears in front of my eyes - Grandma Li and I stood under the big locust tree covered with small flowers. The ground was also covered with small flowers. Grandma Li always looked at me lovingly.

Later, my parents took me home. After I got home, I often thought of Grandma Li and called her when I had nothing to do. The next year, Grandma Li also asked someone to bring me some food. The sophora flower cake is so good. He also promised me on the phone that he would make me sophora flower cake every May from now on.

But in fact that was the last time I ate sophora flower cake. Grandma Li passed away not long after. When my mother told me the news, I cried so hard that I would never see Grandma Li again.

Another burst of strong fragrance came, pulling me back from my memories. I walked to the window sill, looked at the locust tree outside the window, and murmured: "Grandma Li, you are well in heaven." "I miss you so much..." 5. Essay about Sophora japonica

In May, the sky is clean and clear; the wind is warm, soft and comfortable; the rain is gentle and affectionate.

In May, the locust flowers are blooming! There was no fluttering white snow, and there was no poetic dance of the autumn wind. It just opened so quietly and silently, with strings mixed among the green leaves, white with light cyan stems tightly wrapped around them. Small petals bloom shyly, faintly exuding wisps of fragrance. Sophora japonica flowers bloom at the end of the street.

At this time of year, there will be trees full of locust trees filled with fragrance, which fills the whole street with fragrance. If it rains and you stand under the locust tree, the rain will also fall. It will become sweet. Those white flowers hang high on the branches in clusters, blooming a little wantonly.

A few years ago, I always saw people picking locust flowers with long and short poles. In recent years, I have stopped seeing people picking them. Most of them are people like me who stay under the trees to smell the fragrance. . In this city, among the buildings lined with steel bars, there is still such a natural fragrance that can be smelled. For those of us who come and go in a hurry and rush for life every day, it is a gift from God! Now I sit at home, open the window, and faintly smell that fragrance again.

The fragrance of sophora japonica flowers lures the eyes walking on the road. Amid the rain of flowers, I seem to have stepped into that colorful time again. Whenever the Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, we run in the sea of ??white flowers from tree to tree, eagerly looking up at the strings of beautiful flowers. Under the temptation of its fragrance, the delicious taste of the Sophora japonica flowers makes the little ones enchanted. My heart is filled with longing.

After school, I always climb up the locust tree with a few friends to climb and break the strings of flowers, or fill my mouth with a lot of locust flowers and swallow them in big mouthfuls. It’s really Some people eat the food with great enthusiasm, showing their pride in the gluttony; some put the flowers into their mouths in twos and threes, taste them slowly, and look like a lady while chewing them slowly; or weave them into a garland and wear them around their necks. Then he ran and played in the streets very proudly. At this time, adults will also pick the bunches of flowers in their free time, boil them in boiling water when they go home, make stuffings and wrap them into steamed buns; or add them to rice to make fragrant sophora flower porridge; or mix them with eggs. Beat them together to make a fragrant sophora flower omelette.

I still remember how I salivated when I smelled the fragrance, and how I felt walking around my mother in anticipation. There is another article about why I like Sophora japonica in May.

I have been familiar with the locust tree since I was a child, and I am familiar with the thin and tough locust leaves that grow on trunk-shaped branches. After removing the leaves and leaving short strips, I can use it to weave some small things such as bamboo slippers. I am familiar with the handicrafts such as making fences; I am familiar with the clusters of Sophora japonica flowers that look like pod flowers. When I pick up a bunch and put them in my mouth, I feel a slight sweetness - a very pleasant taste; and the clusters of Sophora japonica seeds - —It seems that there are always oily sophora seeds inside that are full of juice and sticky when you pinch them with your hands. The locust tree in my memory starts from the entrance of my hometown compound.

It was a very big locust tree, with lush green leaves and lovely leaves. In midsummer, it can actually cover a large piece of hard flat land outside the gate, making it a shady place and a paradise for the children in the courtyard.

Every time it comes to blooming season, the clusters of white-flowered Sophora japonica flowers are always eye-catching to children. It is said that Sophora japonica can be used with cornmeal to make rotten rice, but I have never eaten it, and I still have a little bit of regret.

The children stood in groups under the locust tree, picking up the bunches of locust flowers they could get and putting them in their mouths, savoring the slightly sweet taste and chewing them back. Sitting on the slope of the big stone, sitting on the smooth stone slope that has been warmed by the sun, watching with interest from a distance or laughing, and the bolder ones often say something they heard. A scary ghost story that will scare the faint of heart to the point of screaming. After that, we played casually under the locust tree.

Boys often like to beat glass eggs and use their hands to compare the winning and losing of rock, scissors and hammer, while girls are more likely to jump rope and catch apricot kernels, and they have endless fun in various ways. Dusk is the coolest time, so everyone, regardless of gender, would play eagle-catching chicks or hide in the mist under the trees, or chase each other around.

There are also quiet moments, when you look down at the big ditch called the river at your feet, or look at the familiar or unfamiliar pedestrians coming and going on the opposite side of the ditch. , just like the feeling of watching stars in the night sky, it is very pleasant because it is not clear. It can be said that the children in the compound all belong to the same family, and everyone has a joint relationship or nepotism with each other.

The structure of the compound is also very special. Whether it is an adobe house, a cave dwelling, or a house with a brick structure, it is all connected from front to back. They are bounded by earthen walls and connected by passages connecting each other.

Almost every family has a large garden, which is full of peach, apricot, plum, fruit and other trees, as well as tomatoes, cucumbers, leeks and other vegetables, or corn, millet, etc. Sorghum straw was also used as a fence, which was neat and tidy. Like most families in the village, every family has chickens and pigs in the yard.

Naturally, the dozen or so families living there are all from the same family. Some of them are brothers who have their own families, and some of them are uncles or even grandsons who have their own families outside. They all call each other according to their seniority. Children of the same age don't care about this. They can only play hard and have fun by shouting each other's names.

When the adults heard this, they would teach them from time to time - "Don't call like that, it's not cool!" As for the children, they often forget when they go out with the front foot and the back foot, so the adults say less, or maybe I'm too lazy to talk anymore. I remember that above the dark wooden door in the courtyard were written four golden characters that were peeling off and a little indifferent but more primitive and vigorous. However, I couldn’t remember what the characters were. It probably meant something like a prosperous family.

During my childhood, I followed my mother back and forth between the city and the countryside. Later, the family completely moved to the city and they have become accustomed to urban life, but they have never forgotten the compound in their hometown. I could never forget the extremely lush locust tree growing at the entrance of the compound and the many fun activities under the locust tree, even in my dreams. I think the memory of the locust tree must be due to the deep connection with each other in the big yard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games with childhood friends.

The strange thing is that there is never any imprint of Huaixiang... The next memory is that of going to college. On the campus, which retains very few Westernized Gothic buildings, there are also several tall trees with dense foliage.