Love in Sophora japonica

On the first day of the May Day holiday, I followed my parents to my grandparents' home in the countryside.

I met my lively and lovely little cousin and went to play in the Woods behind the village with him and his grandmother. I walked into the Woods alive and kicking. Suddenly I smelled a faint fragrance, which was intermittent and refreshing, and my lovely little cousin sniffed everywhere.

"This is Sophora japonica fragrance." Grandma's peaceful voice broke the silence.

I looked around the Woods and found several big locust trees at the north end. Seen from a distance, the locust tree on the tree is as white as snow. So I took my cousin's chubby little hand and ran under the locust tree, taking a deep breath. The faint fragrance intoxicated me.

"I heard that Sophora japonica can still be eaten, and it must be delicious." I can't help mumbling.

"Eat, eat." Little cousin also cried in inarticulate language.

Grandma looked at us and said something incredible, "I'll pick it for you." Grandma is over 60 years old and has cervical spondylosis. The difficulty of picking Sophora japonica can be imagined.

Grandma borrowed a bench and a long stick with an iron hook from a neighbor nearby. She put the bench under the tree, stepped on the bench with her feet, and raised a long stick to get Sophora japonica. Grandma raised her head, opened her eyes wide, stood on tiptoe, raised a stick and hooked Sophora japonica with all her strength. Soon grandma was so tired that she was sweating all over. Because the hand has been raised high, grandma's cervical spondylosis has been committed again. She rubbed her neck and hooked Sophora japonica. Really a little distressed, afraid that grandma will fall off the bench.

Grandma, regardless of her health, soon hooked a lot of Sophora japonica flowers and took my little cousin and me home. Grandma couldn't take a rest, so she was busy grinding and washing Sophora japonica, mixing it with flour and steaming it in a cauldron. Soon, steaming Sophora japonica rice was served. Looking at this mouth-watering steamed Sophora japonica, mom and dad thought it was my uncle who picked it from the tree. Only I know it clearly in my heart. My grandmother earned it with hard sweat.

The fragrant Sophora japonica makes me very happy. In grandma's happy smile, I read grandma's love for me and my little cousin. This love is as pure, clean and insipid as Sophora japonica, but it is fragrant and pleasant, which makes people unforgettable for a long time.