June is the season of blooming Sophora japonica in Shexiang. There is an old Sophora japonica tree in the back hill of the school, which is over 200 years old and extremely huge, and its flowers are particularly vigorous. At this time, peony, roses and other flowers began to compete for beauty, and Sophora japonica was in the fall season. After a burst of plum rain, the Sophora japonica flowers are clear with rain beads, and the rain beads are fragrant with Sophora japonica flowers, which are like snow everywhere. White petals silently turned into dancing spirits in Qian Qian, falling from warmth and fragrance. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness, like a locust tree covered with branches in the first snow. The hot and humid evening breeze in June is mixed with the smell of Shan Ye, and the air is filled with flowers, which are heard from far away. People float in incense, and incense infiltrates people's hearts. All dreams in the night have the fragrance of Sophora japonica.
Between the branches and leaves of Sophora japonica, there are strings of tidbits, hugging and laughing, smiling shyly, and the color is like plain brocade, which is neither coy nor artificial. Sophora japonica is not like peach blossom, it is a bit enchanting; Unlike apricot flowers, they are a little thin and a little white; Unlike the lotus flower, it is narcissistic and inaccessible ... Sophora japonica is not delicate at all, as simple as her compatriots who have been with the land for generations.
Sophora japonica can not only be carefully watched, but also picked at will, and no one will blame it. Sophora japonica can be eaten raw. Whether it is in bud or in full bloom, you can put it in your mouth and chew it slowly, so that the sweet and cool floral fragrance can always penetrate into your heart. The pagoda tree is full of intoxicating, flustered and suffocating fragrance. However, under this beautiful locust tree, whenever the sun is about to set and the reflection of the locust tree on the ground is in direct proportion to the actual height, there is always a She girl who looks trance-stricken, sad and unhappy, and always appears under this big locust tree on time. She always watches silently with those affectionate eyes, looking at the occasional cars coming on the mountain road in the distance. I don't know whether this tree full of white fragrant Sophora japonica flowers moved her by the scene before her, or whether it was another reason. Her eyes sometimes shine with excitement, and sometimes they become dim and sad. The evening breeze with the fragrance of earth always blows her slightly dry hair, making it impossible to ponder the rich and complicated world inside her. At that time, I was simple-minded, and I couldn't understand the inner feelings and feelings of the She girls who have always been known for their tenderness, kindness, beauty and simplicity. It turned out that she had been waiting for this moment. Two years ago, on March 3rd, "Shanha Valentine's Day", she and her lover sang a song under this locust tree, and her lover promised to marry her.
Because she nationality has an unwritten traditional custom, they sing on March 3 every year, which is the wedding day of she nationality. If a beautiful girl has a crush on her favorite lover, she will be given a promise as important as her own life, and any handsome SHE boy will definitely marry her as long as he accepts the girl's promise. At the same time, this girl will not be married by him. In this way, kind She girls germinate from Sophora japonica to fall of Sophora japonica leaves, and open from Sophora japonica to bear fruit. Always silently waiting for the appearance of her lover who misses her day and night. At the same time, there is an unwritten rule within the She nationality, that is, they marry themselves among the four surnames of Lei, Lan, Pan and Zhong, and generally do not marry foreigners. I don't know if this she boy changed his mind halfway, or if he had other secrets, but he didn't fulfill his oath under the locust tree at that time.
It is said that the She people here all take Fenghuang Mountain in Chaozhou, Guangdong Province as the birthplace of their ancestors. It is said that their ancestor Pan Hu was buried here, and they thought that women's headdresses were dressed as phoenix to commemorate their ancestors. She people living in eastern Fujian migrated from Fuzhou, Minhou and northern Fujian during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and called themselves "Shanha" or "Sanda", meaning guests living in the mountains. Their ancestors first built a wooden frame with herringbone structure with a few pieces of wood, and then spread several layers of thatch on the wooden frame, which is a "house". The people living there may have the same characteristics as our human society.
This summer, at the invitation of a friend in the literary and art circles, when I stepped into the small village where I used to work, I found that this small village of She nationality had undergone earth-shaking changes. More than twenty years ago, there were only a dozen wooden tile houses scattered in every corner in a ravine of nearly one square kilometer in the village. They are in their own camp, which is a mess. Nowadays, under the unified support and planning of the upper level, the neat and beautiful small houses on both sides of the village road are lined up, and the quaint She village is more beautiful and mysterious, which has been branded with faint joy in my heart. On the hill behind the mottled school, there is still a faint and melancholy old locust tree. But the fate of the two protagonists in the story has changed dramatically. At that time, the gentle She girl, who had been loyal and persistent, later found a loyal and down-to-earth husband who was worthy of her lifelong love. Husband and wife share joys and sorrows, life is getting better and better, and they live a beautiful and happy life. At that time, those who profaned love with frivolous attitude were punished by love.
A beautiful legendary picture of "Princess Pan Hu and Goshen" can't help appearing in front of us. Hard-working, brave, simple and kind-hearted compatriots of She nationality have had an ancestral family style of attaching importance to morality, promoting kindness and being loyal to family of origin since ancient times, and adhering to the traditional virtues of beggar-thy-neighbor and being kind to others. Just like today's Chinese nation, like pomegranate seeds, they are tightly embraced, bathed in the warm embrace of the party and the country, and grow up happily and healthily. The unique strong, brave and responsible spirit of the She nationality embodied in that beautiful and kind girl is also like the quality of the national locust. I firmly believe that every year is more fragrant, whiter and more beautiful. The love story of the two She people in those days may be the epitome of an era, but the spirit of standing on the forefront, being the first in the world and the concept of pursuing progress have never changed. Taking the blue sky as the slogan and creating a beautiful new life as the writing end, the She people are constantly creating and spreading beautiful pictures and movements of rural construction in the new era.
Author brief introduction Zheng Dihong, a native of Ningde, Fujian, is now a primary school teacher. Love literature, member of Fujian Poetry Society, member of Ningde Writers Association. His works are scattered in Fujian Literature, Xiamen Daily, Red Land, Ningde Literature and Art, Mindong Daily and other newspapers.
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No 10 of 2020 (general number 10)