In March, there is a dream of Sophora japonica fragrance. Sophora japonica is a white flower, which blooms every spring. Many people grew up with this kind of Sophora japonica. Recalling one's childhood and one's childhood and hometown is the dream of many people. Recall the dream of sweet Sophora japonica in March!
Have a dream in March, Sophora japonica fragrance 1.
How many rings are there in the locust tree in the community? Old people don't know, adults don't know. I only remember the spring breeze in March, the clear water rippling and the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Emerald green leaves, like soft feathers, are covered with white dreams and dreamlike Sophora japonica. Therefore, people in the community often mention that Sophora japonica blooms for apricot trees and Woods on midsummer night. Apricot and Woods were born in March.
Second,
Cicada continued the heat of the day. Under the locust tree, the cool wind caressed two children. Two children, looking up at the sky, the stars are as tempting as candy. A beautiful meteor passed by, and the two children closed their eyes and made a pious wish. "Brother Lin, what did you wish for?" The little girl in a white lace skirt quickly opened her eyes and squinted. "I hope to be a scientist when I grow up." The little boy around me said, "Sister Xing, what did you wish for?" Xinger sat on the grass and smiled sweetly and said, "I hope to be a musician when I grow up." "Sister Xing, can our wishes come true?" The Woods are also sitting on the grass, thoughtful. "Yes, the big locust tree can testify." Apricot stood up and said excitedly.
Third,
At dusk, I snuggled under the big locust tree and wanted to take some nostalgic photos, which was infinitely beautiful. But time flies and pierces the past sky. In a blink of an eye, the two children grew into teenagers. Woods and apricots, sitting on the stone chair next to the big locust tree, are doing their homework. "You're screwed., my music is finished, Lin Zi. I named it "Sweet Tree in March", and I miss our childhood. " Apricot in blue lace skirt stood up excitedly, opened her eyes wide and waited for the reply from the Woods. Lin Zi put down his pen, frowned and said seriously, "Give up, Xinger. It is impossible for this piece to win the prize in the international Chopin music competition. Or seriously review your lessons and treat the upcoming final exam. " "No, I won't give up. It took me three years to write this song. " Apricot lowered her eyes and tried not to shed tears. "You can also wait until the university to attend. Doing so will not only waste time, but also affect your future. Didn't we agree to fight for fate? " The woods wanted to think, said gently. "Wait? Always telling me to wait. Such a wait is futile. I am 17 years old, and I don't want to be bound by my family, friends, classmates, teachers and community members. Each man is the architect of his own fate. I don't care how it ends. " Apricot, packed her books, pens and tears and left the big locust tree.
Fourth,
Cicada sings three times, and bloom sings three times. The moon seems to be no longer attached to the big locust tree, and the big locust tree no longer entertains the two teenagers. Will Sophora japonica be as beautiful as a dream? Nobody knows. People in the community sigh after eating. Sigh a teenage girl and give up a bright future. Is that so? The Woods didn't say a word.
Five,
The dew in the morning was gradually turned into tears by the leaves of Sophora japonica, wetting the dry face of the sun. The boy leaning against the locust tree looked at a letter with purple lace with ecstasy. The letter wrote: "Remember one midsummer when two children made a wish under a meteor? The girl in a white lace skirt realized her wish. But I can't find Lin Zige who realizes his wish. Add more rings to the tree's rings. I don't know how long it will take to see the two children under the tree again. " The boy looked at it for a long time and didn't realize the fall of Sophora japonica. The fragrance of the ground, the sadness of the ground.
In March, there is a dream of Sophora japonica fragrance. In the third month of the lunar calendar, it is the season when Sophora japonica flowers are fragrant.
On Saturday morning, when I came back from a walk outside, I saw a big sister selling vegetables by the roadside. Her basket is full of acacia flowers just picked. Butterfly-shaped, pale yellow, green and white flowers, clusters, strings, smell fragrant, can not help but buy a few pounds.
Every year in the third month of the lunar calendar, it is the season when acacia flowers are fragrant. In rural areas, every household will pick acacia flowers to eat at this time of year. Steaming, cooling, frying, jiaozi, steamed buns, soup, people always try their best to do it, and leave what they can't finish for later.
As it was a weekend off, I cooked the bought acacia flowers in two ways.
The first course is cold salad. The method is as follows: firstly, the acacia flowers are selectively washed, pedicled and defoliated, washed and dried with clear water, then boiled in water, and then dried in cold water for later use. At this time, the juice is ready. Mash garlic and pepper and stir well. Put it in the squeezed acacia flowers, sprinkle with salt and sesame oil and mix well. If you like jealousy, add a little balsamic vinegar.
The second method is steaming. The method is as follows: step 1, selectively cleaning the Sophora japonica flowers to remove pedicels and leaves, washing with clear water and controlling moisture; The second step is to sprinkle salt, add chicken essence, pour in cooking oil (instead of water), mix in flour and stir well, add more flour appropriately, and finally make paste; Step 3, add water to the pot to boil, put a colander and steaming cloth, spread the prepared Sophora japonica evenly on the steaming cloth, cover the pot and steam for 12 and 13 minutes; Step 4, cut the steamed Sophora japonica (cake-shaped) into small pieces with a knife for convenient eating.
After cooking, Sophora japonica is served on the table and tasted at my home. While tasting, talk about the taste of Sophora japonica and various ways to eat it. Chatting with my family reminds me of the acacia I ate when I was a child.
In the mid-1970s, when I was about ten years old, I had a very clear memory that my family ate acacia flowers. At that time, there was a locust tree in our yard, which was very big and had a diameter of 130 cm. I can hardly hold it with open arms. It is taller than my house. Trees are tall and thick, and their branches are long, so there are many acacia flowers. Father climbed the tree with the help of a ladder and cut off the branches with a knife. When he was very tall, he tied the sickle to the bamboo pole and broke the branches. My brother and sister are picking on the ground. We can pick several baskets at a time. When our brothers finished picking them, mother began to cook for us.
At that time, because of the difficult living conditions and many brothers and sisters, Sophora japonica became our "rations" at this time, instead of being processed into various delicacies in various ways as it is now. Mother always wraps the acacia flowers with flour (actually mixed noodles), then sprinkles salt and steams them directly on the pot. There is basically no oil, and the taste is definitely not as good as it is now; But because of hunger and the fragrance of acacia flowers, I was always full at that time and even ate more.
After all, my tall acacia tree has limited flowers. When we have a rest on Sunday, my brothers and sisters will go outside to pick acacia flowers together. At that time, there were acacia everywhere, and the fragrance of acacia flowers was everywhere. If you pick more than you can eat, steam it, dry it and store it.
Now that decades have passed, the tall and stout acacia tree that brought "rations" to our family has long since disappeared; My parents left me, too, and I can no longer eat the fragrant acacia flowers cooked by my parents for me.
I am so happy to see my family eating acacia flowers made by me. I'm thinking, my parents who are far away in heaven, it's the third month of the lunar calendar, which is the season when acacia flowers are fragrant. Do you have acacia flowers there?