The flowers bloomed then
You love flowers, their fragrance, and even more their essence. Whenever summer comes, you will always sit under the locust tree, sipping locust tea with the elegant fragrance of flowers. At that time, you said: "There is nothing more beautiful than this in the world." At that time, I was lying in your arms, thinking the same thing in my heart.
In the second grade, I participated in the "Calligraphy Club". You taught me that when writing calligraphy, I should be firm but soft, just like the sophora flower. Although the fragrance is light, it does not lose its elegance. But I always feel that my calligraphy is far from that of my classmates, let alone your requirements. But you encouraged me and said: "Work hard, just like Sophora japonica tea. Even though it was ordinary in the beginning, after being dried and fried, it was originally weak and became thin and dry, but when you brew it, the fragrance is still intoxicating." "Although I don't understand it very well, I persevere day by day in the intoxicating fragrance of the locust flowers.
I remember that time, it was the flower blooming season. You and I talked about the past together under the locust tree, and you talked about your childhood for the first time. Those trivial matters of the past, those little naughty boys chasing each other in the fields, those days of hugging each other and laughing and playing. You said that although life was not rich at that time, the happy time spent with many friends was already engraved in your heart. You also looked at the locust tree affectionately and said that the locust tree was the family's half-month ration back then, and the locust tree was your savior. Speaking of rising, you laughed and waved your hands, and the locust flowers falling from time to time made you even more excited. I raised my head and looked at you, bathed in the rain of locust flowers, and for the first time I learned to love life, learn to cherish childhood, and learn to be kind to friendship. You lifted me high above your head, and your laughter frightened the birds in the tree.
However, that serious illness overwhelmed you, who had always been optimistic. Lying on the hospital bed, you did not forget to teach me: "People must be strong, just like Sophora japonica, not afraid of the blows of wind and rain, blooming in setbacks, and bringing fresh fragrance to people when in full bloom." I cried and shouted I wanted you, but you left me.
Now, it’s another year of scent of locust flowers. The trees are full of locust flowers, one after another, bending the branches and filling the village with fragrance. But my dear grandpa, you will never come back. Grandpa, don’t worry, your teachings and encouragement have taken root and sprouted in my heart like the seeds of Sophora japonica. When the flowers bloom then, your grandson will surely grow into a person who loves life, is optimistic and strong as you are.