Beautiful words of Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica and Sophora japonica

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Flowers bloom in spring. Spring has come, everything has turned green, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, apple blossom, tung blossom and Sophora japonica blossom in the orchard, filled with happy smiles, welcoming the arrival of warm spring. Among many flowers, there is a kind of sweetness, which is the sweetness of Sophora japonica.

Sophora japonica is the most common tree in my hometown. People love it alone because of its extremely tenacious vitality. Sophora japonica survived well. After planting a tree, saplings will grow around the roots from time to time. With the passage of time, many locust trees have grown on the land around our village. From a distance, the village seems to be wrapped in layers of dense locust trees. Those trees add a touch of green to the villages and fields in my hometown, and also offer people beautiful spring scenery and pure natural green food. The beauty of Sophora japonica and the sweetness of Sophora japonica are mouth watering.

For those locust trees that grew in the loess of my hometown, the one under the wall in my yard will never be forgotten. I clearly remember every moment of that locust tree, from its young seedlings to its height, and then to its flowering. In other words, that locust tree grew up with me.

Now, I am thousands of miles away in a foreign land. Whenever I return to my hometown, I will keep a close eye on the locust tree that I grew up with. In the invisible days, every moment, I am trying to recall those distant past events. From time to time, I see the picture of Sophora japonica growing and blooming. After a spring rain, two green leaves emerged from the wet soil and grew taller with the rain. It grows very fast, and in just a few minutes, it soon becomes a tall and straight locust tree. When the spring breeze blows gently, the trees are immediately covered with clusters of Sophora japonica. And I am standing under the tree, holding a bamboo pole with an iron hook in my hand, busy picking those fresh and tender Sophora japonica flowers. I am very happy and excited. I put a bunch of Sophora japonica into my mouth from time to time and chew it carefully. I suddenly felt a burst of comfort spread all over my body. That kind of feeling is wonderful, smelling the fragrance of Sophora japonica, as if being in a heavenly palace full of fairy gas. I miss that locust tree very much. Because its growth process is synchronous with mine, I like it very much, and I can't forget what happened in those years.

When exactly did that locust tree grow? I have been unable to study for a long time. I only vaguely remember that when I found it, it had grown as tall as me. I happened to be ten years old that year. When I was a child, I was as curious about new things as all children. I stare big eyes, keeping a close eye on the little pagoda tree seedlings that have just grown tall. A gust of wind blew, and the small locust tree was like a fragile picture scroll, constantly swaying the green branches and leaves. I stretched out my hand and touched the green trunk and green leaves, and a feeling of smoothness and tenderness came to my mind, and I suddenly felt a tingle. I squatted by the small tree, smiling all over my face, staring at the twigs swaying in the wind. I said silently in my heart, "Little locust tree, you should grow up quickly. When you grow up, I can eat Sophora japonica. " The little pagoda tree swayed with the breeze, as if it understood my heart and told me that it would grow tall soon.

The great vitality of Sophora japonica quickly unfolded before my eyes. I clearly remember that after only one month, the trunk of the locust tree under the wall in the yard was as thick as an adult's thumb, and green branches had grown at the top of the trunk. Looking at the small locust tree in front of me, I silently praised it in my heart, expecting it to grow faster. Since then, every time I leave home from school and come back from school, I will take a closer look at the locust tree, which has been with me all my life. Every time I attend class, I always miss that little locust tree. If the wind blows, listening to the "stinging" sound of the branches of the big tree with the wind, my heart suddenly speeds up. Through my stomach, I can vaguely hear the "bang" heartbeat, and my mind is full of the shadow of the locust tree swaying in the wind. What happened to it? Are you hurt? I've been thinking. On the way to class, my thoughts come back to the yard from time to time. Finally, after school, I grabbed my schoolbag and ran home quickly. I am eager to see that little locust tree. I run so fast that I want to grow a pair of wings. When I ran into the room panting, my heart suddenly settled down as long as I saw that little tree was intact. It is always lucky, no matter how strong the wind is outside, it has not been hurt in any way.

Time is like running water, and in a blink of an eye, it is already late autumn. The alley in the village is full of fallen leaves of all kinds of trees. The small locust tree in my yard has also become bare. It grows very fast. In just one season, it has grown from being as tall as me to being much taller than me. At first, when I stood on the ground, I could easily touch the top of it; Now, I can only look up at it silently. I am very happy for its rapid growth. Sophora japonica can only bloom when it grows up, and I can eat delicious Sophora japonica. At the end of that spring, I also ate Sophora japonica, but Sophora japonica was not cooked by that tree, so I was always unhappy when I ate it. Now, the little Sophora japonica has finally grown up, and I can eat sweet Sophora japonica in the next spring. Thought of here, my heart suddenly cross up, I seem to see the Sophora japonica in front of me. Those Sophora japonica flowers, like lovely elves, dance gracefully against the breeze, as if they were staging an elaborate dance for us.

Winter passed and spring came again. When the Spring Festival comes, everything turns green. Every corner of the village and field is a vibrant scene. The locust tree in my yard is not far away. With the arrival of warm spring, it has grown green buds. I stood under the tree and looked at the tall locust tree and the buds full of trees. My heart is as sweet as honey. At that moment, I was really happy for it. It is a heartfelt joy and a reverence for the locust tree in front of you. Since the locust tree was planted in the yard at home, the yard has become full of vitality in an instant. I am very excited to see the locust tree covered with green buds. Sometimes I sing cheerful children's songs, sometimes I laugh at the blue sky. That was my happiest childhood.

The arrival of late spring is the most attractive season for Sophora japonica. I saw clusters of white Sophora japonica hanging on the green branches, swaying gently with the rhythm of the spring breeze, rubbing against the green leaves and constantly making a beautiful sound like a wind chime. I stood under a big tree and looked at the tree full of Sophora japonica as white as snow. From time to time, a refreshing fragrance comes on the face and spreads everywhere in the yard. Every corner of the yard has a faint sweetness. Those aromas are full of vitality, constantly floating in the wind, completely covering the yard. The flowers are overflowing, causing bees to buzz and butterflies to dance. The smell in front of me has intoxicated me. After taking a deep breath and nourishing the sweetness of my heart, my joints suddenly feel very comfortable, just like my body is being massaged carefully. A few petals were blown into a ball by the wind and fell quietly. I quickly picked it up, gently blew off the dust stuck to the petals, put it in my mouth, chewed it carefully, and a sweet feeling came to my face. My body suddenly feels light, as if flying in the sky. Smelling the fragrance of Sophora japonica, I suddenly feel that life is so kind, so gentle and warm, and that feeling is very comfortable. This is a selfless gift from nature. We should always be grateful and always remember this sweetness.

Sophora japonica is in full bloom and fragrant for a hundred miles. The villages and fields are full of Sophora japonica. Walking on the way to the field and smelling the flowers, my body is full of endless energy. At work, it is even more combative. If you feel a little sleepy after doing farm work for a long time, as long as you take a deep breath of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, your body on the verge of falling apart will suddenly be filled with infinite strength. Those delicate Sophora japonica flowers are coveted by anyone who looks at them. Pick some Sophora japonica, cook a Sophora japonica, pure natural green food. During that time, every household cooked Sophora japonica rice. Eat every day, every meal, but never get tired of eating.

Adults are working in the fields, and children are not idle. They are busy picking Sophora japonica. At that time, children carrying light bamboo cages stood under locust trees in villages and fields. Because there are thorns on Sophora japonica, when picking Sophora japonica, children often stand under the tree and pick it with long hooks. I stood under the tree with a long hook in my hand, facing the sunshine, and kept hooking branches with Sophora japonica. Looking at more and more Sophora japonica flowers in bamboo cages, I feel very satisfied. While thinking about delicious Sophora japonica, I kept swallowing the overflow saliva in my mouth, and then I was busy picking Sophora japonica. Until the sun sets, the adults who have finished their work go home to prepare for cooking, and the children's work is busy. Adults go home, look at Sophora japonica in bamboo cages, and constantly praise their children for being sensible. I was also praised by adults. My mother touched the back of my head kindly, and my father looked at me with a smile. My little face suddenly turned crimson and my heart was full of joy.

My mother is busy smoothing Sophora japonica. I don't want to give up enjoying the fun brought by labor, but I am squatting beside my mother to help smooth Sophora japonica. This is a work that cannot be sloppy, and the control of strength is very strict. Strong will break Sophora japonica; I'm weak, and I can't smooth the Sophora japonica. That's what happened when I first touched it. I was in a hurry for a while, but it didn't work. My mother taught me this method in detail. I saw that she gently grasped the stem of Sophora japonica with her thumb and forefinger, and with a little effort, Sophora japonica was smoothed. I observed it carefully for a while and did the same. Clusters of Sophora japonica were smoothed by me, and in a short time, there were a lot of pots next to them. Looking at more and more Sophora japonica flowers, my mother smiled with relief and I smiled happily. We are all very happy, but my happiness is still a little different from my mother's. Mother was very happy to see her child sensible, but I only remembered the Sophora japonica that I wanted to eat. In repeated labor, I gradually understand the happiness brought by labor. Only through hard work can we live a happy life. We all have the pursuit of happiness, but we must put it into action.

While enjoying the joy of my labor, unconsciously, we have finished smoothing the Sophora japonica. Mother carefully washed the ground Sophora japonica with clear well water, then fished out all the Sophora japonica, drained the water stains and put them all into porcelain jars. The main raw material of Sophora japonica is Sophora japonica, and then some flour is added and mixed evenly to complete the production of raw Sophora japonica. Next, spread the prepared raw Sophora japonica rice evenly in a steamer covered with cotton cloth and steam it in the pot. The blower roared violently, and the stove chamber quickly ignited a raging fire. The hot pot has already become boiling, and the hot air quickly filled the kitchen, and the sweetness of Sophora japonica suddenly came to the nose. I squatted in front of the stove and made a fire, smelling the delicious fragrance, and kept swallowing, and my mind was full of the shadow of Sophora japonica. Fortunately, Sophora japonica is almost ripe.

When the steamer comes out, I can't wait to get the spatula. I shoveled some for myself first, then mixed some oil and spicy seeds, stirred them evenly, and began to devour them. I ate so intently that I didn't look up. I've been swallowing a bowl of Sophora japonica. It was not until I saw the bottom of the bowl that I looked up, touched my stomach and filled another bowl of Sophora japonica. I like Sophora japonica very much. I can eat two bowls at a time. Every time I finish eating, I always burp, which makes my parents laugh constantly, but I ignore them like I'm afraid I won't have enough to eat and keep swallowing the delicious food.

After eating Sophora japonica, I will come to the locust tree in the yard, carefully touch the thick trunk, and carefully stare at the green leaves and clusters of white Sophora japonica. At that moment, my heart was filled with unspeakable emotion. I can eat Sophora japonica, in the final analysis, it is still the credit of this Sophora japonica tree. Without Sophora japonica, there would be no Sophora japonica, and there would be no delicious Sophora japonica. Our life suddenly lost a lot of flavor. It is this common locust tree that makes my yard look full of vitality. The locust trees in the villages and fields give the yellow land in my hometown a bit of charm, and also offer us a different kind of pastoral beauty. No matter what field you work in, as long as you see those thriving locust trees, people's hearts are happy. Those locust trees can take root and sprout in the yellow land of their hometown and thrive. As us, why not? Those locust trees have witnessed the hard work of the people in my hometown, and the locust trees in my yard also bear the imprint of my hard work.

I am very careful about this, even more careful than myself. Get up every morning and go to see the locust tree without washing your face. If you are as good as ever, you will suddenly feel relaxed; If it hurts a little, my heart will suddenly become ashamed. That tree was injured many times when it grew up, and it was chewed by my sheep again and again. Although those scars finally healed, as long as I saw those scars, my heart was very sad. And more sad things, in the near future, quietly arrival. I packed my bags and left my hometown, and I also left the locust tree that accompanied me to grow up. Although we will meet again, it is still different from the past days and nights. I miss it very much. I think all the time: what does it look like in stormy weather? Are there any sheep to chew its bark?

Until now, the vigorous vitality, sweetness and taste of Sophora japonica still haunt my heart from time to time. That is my nostalgia for my hometown, my memory of the past, my attachment to my family, or my memory of that distant happy time. That touch of sweetness, that past, has already turned into a deep homesickness, echoing in my dreams forever. The sweet dream in the fragrance of Sophora japonica can never go back. Only when Sophora japonica is in full bloom can we silently experience the familiar sweetness.