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Every spring comes, and the prodigal son living in Gobi can't see the signs of spring. There are always many memories about the spring in his hometown, which makes people feel distressed and sad. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became.
Therefore, I am very reluctant to recall the sadness of the past. However, the spring scenery in my hometown is always so reluctant, so I still recorded it to show my affection and homesickness.
Binzhou in April, when you mention a pen, you can say that there are infinite scenery and flowers everywhere. Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, apple blossoms, wheat fields, orchards, rape blossoms, mountains, ditches, streams, and houses are all full of beautiful flowers. It is more appropriate to use the phrase "all love can't be caged" to describe it.
I always appreciate the beauty of nature. Colorful things in the city, beautiful gardens and bright flowers in the street view square always give people a feeling of being decorated. As long as it is artificially raised and slightly modified, it always feels that it is deliberately hiding something. So, they don't think it's true, and I don't care much.
In the spring of Binzhou, the beauty of nature is much more. Turning mountains into water and pagodas into the beauty of one's own heart, the word "beauty" is great!
For example, when I was in high school, I went to Xigou to enjoy the true mountains and waters. At that time, I went to north beach Pear Garden to study and enjoy the spring scenery. I went to the Jinghe River to enjoy the grassland and see the flowing water of the Jinghe River. When I got home, I saw the wheat fields everywhere, the blue waves were rolling, the rape flowers were golden, the grass in the ditch was wild, and the peach blossoms were acacia. This is really a spectacular scene.
If the literati go, they can only hate their lack of knowledge. Jiang Lang is exhausted, leaving only sighs and complaints ...
When I was a child, I always felt that the acacia flowers in front of the old house were fresh and I went far. When my mother was alive, she was short of food and clothing. In spring, Sophora japonica is the staple food of our family. They are mixed with flour to make stuffy rice and steamed with steamed vegetables. After my mother died, my grandmother used Sophora japonica to make noodles. Mom and grandma dried fresh Sophora japonica flowers, took them out in winter, scalded them with boiling water, and then made them into various foods. The smell of spring, the smell of pimples and the smell of stuffy rice are especially fresh in my memory. Therefore, we have always been grateful to acacia flowers for helping us resist hunger and cold in difficult times.
What impressed my father and I most was that I went to school in the afternoon after my mother died. Lao Ba and Laojiu (Lao Ba is my younger brother, Laojiu is Sanbo's son, and I am the sixth son of our family) pick acacia flowers and cook at the dirt field in the east of the old house. Two younger brothers are too weak, and the ninth brother is fine. My brother hooked a locust branch with a long hook. Because the branches were too elastic, they suddenly hooked on the long hook.
It can be said that my mother has just passed away, and the eyes of the whole village are paying attention to the fate of our family. At this time, the neighbors, uncles and aunts in the village came to help comfort my father. The helpless father just cried. Seven years ago, I fell into the ditch in front of the door and broke my leg. At this time, my brother fell into the ditch again, broke his face and hung up his clothes. Fortunately, his bones are fine.
By the time I learned, it was already on the way to school in the afternoon. I saw my second brother running along the crops in Longtouling, stepping on wheat seedlings and taking a shortcut on a ramp. I caught up with my second brother and asked about the situation. It turned out that my second brother went to the medical station to buy medicine for treating falls and injuries, so we both rushed home together and entered the house. I was really heartbroken to see the scars and blood on my second brother's face. A five-year-old child, less than forty days after his mother died, knew how to find food for his family, so that his younger brother, who was studying, didn't know what to do at the moment, and even my hand felt redundant and there was nowhere to put it. I choked and couldn't say anything. ...
Usually talk a lot, especially when you prick your hand in an emergency. My words are particularly dull, and I still am. Seeing long-lost relatives, we chatted affectionately on the wine table, and my words were few. So I looked at my brother stupidly and stood there in a daze. When my brother got better, my father suddenly asked me, "My brother fell into a ditch, and I was worried to death. You didn't say a word when you came back from school. Are you human? Are you human? " I dare not say anything more, because I am afraid of being beaten. My heart was pounding with fear, but I didn't dare to say anything.
How many years have passed, my father and I miss living in the old house, but we hate the manger ditch in front of the old house. Childhood is fresh in my memory. Sophora japonica is a lifesaver, and I can't give up. Sophora japonica flowers make me sad again. On the anniversary of my mother's death, when acacia flowers were in full bloom in April, and when my brother fell into a ditch in April, these old things inevitably made people sad and swept away everyone's interest in spring outing. I don't want to talk about it anymore. At this point, my tears have wet the public screen of the mobile phone. Let's say something happy. ...
When I was growing up and studying, my father took my brother and me to farm by Assistant Lang Lake and collect crops in Hougou and Honghuagou. Only then do we know that the nature outside, the April day in Binzhou, is so beautiful. I just realized that there are so many acacia trees in my body.
Starting from our Didian Township for 9 kilometers, we arrived at Mao Ying urban agglomeration and looked west from Mao Ying urban agglomeration. The state-owned forest farm in Ximiaotou, Shaanxi Province has endless ravines, one after another, and fertile fields are thousands of miles away. The deep ditch contains the vitality of life. Before Robinia pseudoacacia blooms, the leaves of Robinia pseudoacacia are yellow and tender, with the smell of earth, which is very grounded. When the flowers bloom, the white, lush and magnificent hills are covered with ditches. From Maoyinggeda down the mountain, through Buwan Forest Farm, to Chenggeda Bay, looking south at Liujiagou, it is the upper reaches of Yu Tai. Liujiagou Reservoir and Shi Lang Lake face each other across the mountain.
Crossing into Gotha Bay, to Qianpo, to Ximiaotou, to Panjiapuzi, to Nanbei Erping, to Longshan Academy, to Houbei Slope, Jiuzhi Waist, Jiucheng Palace, and to linyou county, all the way is tree-lined, and the rich fragrance of Sophora japonica is refreshing, which makes people throw themselves into the embrace of nature. It can't be said that it is a kind of beautiful enjoyment.
On the way back, starting from Buwan Forest Farm, we crossed Buwanliang, that is, Assistant Lake. The Robinia pseudoacacia forest at Assistant Lake is as beautiful as that in Ximiaotou State-owned Forest Farm, with mixed pine and cypress trees and vertical and horizontal greenways. The forest ridge is reflected in the beautiful lake and jasper. That kind of beauty can't be said to be a fairyland on earth, a peach blossom garden on earth and a mirage on the sea. In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, honey farmers and free-range bees from the south have never failed hard workers.
I have seen the most spectacular scenery of acacia flowers in Binzhou. The place where the jet plane sprayed pesticides on the locust tree forest was on the shore of Fulang Lake. After the plane flew over the sky, the whole Fulanggou was full of bees flying, Sophora japonica falling in the sky, pheasants flying, rabbits jumping, the sun shining high, cattle and sheep swarming, and the alfalfa used for pond fish was as blue as a carpet, which made people think a lot.
In addition to the scenery of Ximiaotou State-owned Forest Farm and Shilang Lake Sophora japonica forest, Binzhou also has a good place to enjoy Sophora japonica trees, that is, the junction of Binxian County and Yongshou County, and the Sophora japonica forest villa in Yongshouliang has also been developed into a tourist attraction. However, compared with Binta, Yongping Tower, a military prison town in Yongshou, is not so beautiful. According to the legend in my hometown, relics, inscriptions, inscriptions and other objects have been found in Kaiyuan Temple Tower in Binzhou, which is even less comparable. Although the area of Sophora japonica in Yongshouliang is very large, compared with the Sophora japonica forest stretching for more than 40 kilometers from Zhaidian in Bin County to Cuimu Town in Linyou, Baoji, the scale is a bit small, but it is also a tourist attraction in my hometown and worth visiting.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest I think, the natural Sophora japonica in Binzhou is in full bloom, and the beautiful Sophora japonica scenic spot is definitely not as described in this article. Maybe there are more beautiful scenery in the northern plateau that I have never been to.
Binzhou Ximiaotou Forest Farm is the older generation of the county in the 1960s and 1970s, responding to the great man's achievement of "greening for the benefit of future generations". Their hard work left a shadow on this generation. In the 1980s, when people in the county built houses and gave up their cave lifestyle, these trees really brought good news to people. It cannot be said that they are the selfless dedication of the land and the parents of the older generation.
Robinia pseudoacacia in Binzhou is in full bloom, so if you have leisure time, you might as well go to Dameihe Mountain in your hometown, look around, go to the Robinia pseudoacacia forest in your hometown, smell the fragrance of Robinia pseudoacacia in your hometown, and wander about your feelings as a poet.
It's a pity that for more than ten years, I haven't enjoyed the Sophora japonica in my hometown, tasted the stuffy rice and bumps of Sophora japonica, and tasted the refreshing honey of Sophora japonica.
Sophora japonica blooms and wanderers dream of flying. I have never forgotten my feelings for Sophora japonica. I am deeply attached to it. ...
The first draft of 20 19 04 17 is in Hami.