Unforgettable fragrance of Sophora japonica in the courtyard

It's the season of fragrance of Sophora japonica, and the memory of Sophora japonica is the most beautiful scenery in childhood.

When I was a child, there was a acacia tree in the southwest corner of the yard. The dark taupe trunk is straight and higher than the roof. White flowers, yellow stamens, clusters of flowers, in full bloom season, the wind blows, flowers collide with each other like wind chimes to play wonderful music, beating crisp notes, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica can be smelled hundreds of meters away after school.

At the end of April, Sophora japonica is in bud. I climbed up the brick pile carefully, gently picked off a bunch, and looked at the petite and tender petals of Sophora japonica, with flowers in the middle vaguely, like a shy girl looking at each other. So I couldn't wait to jump down from the brick pile and run happily to the backyard to show my neighbors' friends. Unexpectedly, she ran away covering her nose. I always wondered, and later I learned that she was allergic to Sophora japonica.

Spring is very warm, and the warm spring breeze seems to prefer the sunshine in early May. Several of our friends are playing house in the yard, and the wind caresses the joy that belongs to this season. Sophora japonica blooms gently, white and dazzling, but gentle and elegant. We didn't know it was Sophora japonica. I think they are white and fragrant, so they are called jasmine. Fill the eight-treasure porridge jar with water, put a few flowers, and a cup of "jasmine green tea" will be ready. Mix some soil, light yellow like honey, and then mix some soil, and the color is darker, which is jasmine honey tea. Spread them out in rows, then tear the exercise books into strips and write "5 yuan" and "65438" with an oil pen.

Every time the locust tree is full of branches, my mother always sticks her head out of the kitchen, looks at the locust tree full of trees and says, "The rotten seeds made by locust trees are the best." My sister and I are also looking forward to the locust tree. If only I could eat the rotten seeds of Sophora japonica. My mother's rotten seeds are the best.

Unfortunately, when building a house at home in high school, I couldn't bear to watch the locust tree fall in the crash of an axe. Since then, I have never smelled the fragrance of Sophora japonica in the yard, nor have I tasted the rotten seeds of Sophora japonica. Occasionally I saw a tree on the roadside, with two acacia trees, but not as big as my home.

Now I can't help but want to eat Sophora japonica pancakes in my circle of friends, and I can't wait to buy Sophora japonica to cook. Crispy and delicious, the lips and teeth remain fragrant. I seem to smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica as a child, as if I heard the laughter of my friends playing house in the yard, as if I saw my mother returning from farm work busy in the kitchen. I really miss them again.