Essay on the fragrance of Sophora japonica

Last night, my wife and I went for a walk in the botanical garden. When I was wandering, I suddenly heard my wife's cry of surprise: "Look, look, the acacia is in bloom!" " "I asked," where is it? " I followed my wife's finger and saw only the Sophora japonica under the neon lights, which was only faintly visible. However, I still know that Sophora japonica is blooming, because compared with those Sophora japonica with bony flowers on the low branches, it has a cheerful smile and seems to be smiling at me under the dim light. Looking at the blooming Sophora japonica reminds me of my feelings for Sophora japonica.

People in my hometown are called "Sophora japonica" and "Sophora japonica". Because there are two kinds of Sophora japonica, one is called Sophora japonica, which is inedible and is a kind of medicinal material. Another kind of Sophora japonica is said to have been introduced to China from the west around 1980s. It is called "Sophora japonica" because it is covered with thorns, and some people call it "Robinia pseudoacacia". This kind of "Sophora japonica" is full of clusters of white flowers every season, which is really beautiful. Sophora japonica flowers all over the mountain and garden are full of fragrance, which attracts people not only to pinch a toot, put it on their nose and taste it in their mouths, but also to say, "It's delicious!" "How sweet!" With this mood, we began to pick Sophora japonica. We all call them "Lu Huai Hua" there. Speaking of this name, we have a sense of intimacy and naturally recall the past experience of "Lu Huaihua".

When I was a child, I remembered that there were many locust trees in my hometown. The dotted countryside is more beautiful, the breeze is blowing gently and the village is full of fragrance. Especially on a long road leading to the yard in front of my house, there are many locust trees, which are very small, almost all of them, because they are so long. Sophora japonica grows on the cliff slope and looks beautiful. There are small scenery along the way, which smells very fragrant and floats into the nose from time to time. Seduce the taste buds of adults and children, but eating them is dangerous and risky. It really fulfilled a lyric sung by Teresa Teng, "Don't pick wild flowers by the roadside." At that time, it was the time when Sophora japonica was fragrant. The adults knew it well and told the children: "Don't go up the cliff, it's dangerous." Adults say so, but my friends and I can't stand the temptation of Sophora japonica on the cliff. When passing by the cliff slope, I always want to reach out and pinch Sophora japonica and eat while walking. It tastes really sweet. Many people often hold this idea and think that it is a matter of little effort. Over time, there are not many Sophora japonica flowers near the roadside, and they don't bloom well; Sophora japonica, far from the roadside, is growing well. If most people can't reach it, it is potentially dangerous. Therefore, in my memory, when some children "rolled acacia flowers", they couldn't reach them, so they tentatively leaned forward and accidentally fell off the cliff. From then on, I will never go to the roadside to "roll Sophora japonica", stay away from it and leave good memories.

When I grow up to be a teenager, what I envy is not the Sophora japonica on the roadside, but the Sophora japonica all over the mountain. That's the real world. On the south slope of Beishan, my hometown, there are tall pagodas, just like rows of neatly arranged soldiers. In late spring, the flowery stupas are particularly dazzling and become a beautiful scenery. This is a place where rural people are familiar with the fragrance of stupas. Whenever they mention pagodas, they will talk about pagodas in Shaxi. In the past, when the older girls and young wives in neighboring villages heard about it, they often crossed the mountains in groups of three or five, dodging the eyes of the villagers, and sometimes they were caught by the militia. They either detain Sophora japonica or escort them to the brigade, even if they talk about it. Later, after the reform and opening up, the mountain was slightly "opened" and people from neighboring villages came.

Speaking of rolling Sophora japonica in Shaxi, I have a deep memory of the past. I was a teenager, and I was rolling Sophora japonica in Shaxi with my neighbors who were several years older than me. I was surprised when I got here. There are so many locust trees here, and every tree is full of beeps and beeps, which is very attractive. A few years older than me, my friends were full of Sophora japonica, so I stopped, and my roll of Sophora japonica was almost full. I continued to roll Sophora japonica. At this time, I found that my friend had been walking along the rows of locust trees, studying it, stopped at a flat place, suddenly jumped, and grabbed a big locust tree branch with both hands. At this moment, I realized. I saw him fall with a jerk, only to hear a bang, and the branches of the big locust tree covered with Sophora japonica fell to the ground with the sound. I realized that a partner who is several years older than me is really too much. At this time, my little friend seemed to show a satisfied smile and said to me, "Let's go!" " I looked at the basket full of Sophora japonica and said "go", but my heart was very contradictory. From a point of view, I can't associate with a person who destroys trees, otherwise what will the people in the village think? This is tantamount to doing bad things together. On the other hand, he is my good neighbor and good partner, and I offended him if I didn't go with him. What shall we do? I can't make up my mind yet. My little friend held a basket in his left arm, grabbed the broken part of the locust tree branch in his right hand, and I followed him down the mountain. Walking on the road, my heart is still very contradictory, and I am at arm's length with him. When I meet an acquaintance, I stay away from him. When I didn't see anyone, I stayed with him, so I went home embarrassed.

After returning home, my little friend's mother asked my grandmother to come to her house to suck Sophora japonica. I whispered to my grandmother, "Don't go." Grandma didn't understand, so she followed. She rolled some Sophora japonica flowers back on that big branch. She happily mixed the newly rolled Sophora japonica with my rolled Sophora japonica, and began to simply wash Sophora japonica, add bean flour and steam Sophora japonica. At this time, I am not happy at all. After the Sophora japonica was steamed, I watched my family eat very sweetly, so I ate a little at will. It seems that there is something else in Sophora japonica, which is not pure Sophora japonica fragrance. Later, in my passion for Sophora japonica, I often went to Shaxi to lick Sophora japonica. The cooking method was the same, but the taste was different. I chewed my Sophora japonica and felt a pure fragrance.

A few years ago, every time Sophora japonica bloomed, my wife followed her sister to roll Sophora japonica on the hills in the suburbs. She always rolls a lot of Sophora japonica flowers. When it is ready, it seems to smell the same, but slowly it tastes a little less. What is that? Oh, I remember, what is missing is the fragrance of handmade Sophora japonica.

This year, I smelled the fragrance of Sophora japonica again, thinking of Sophora japonica in my hometown, Sophora japonica dotted in beautiful countryside, and Sophora japonica that accompanied me through my childhood and adolescence. It reminds me of the past with Sophora japonica, and the villagers who are closely related to Sophora japonica. The fragrance of Sophora japonica is not in the nose, not in the taste buds, but in the heart.