In the park in May, Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing, which makes people relaxed and happy. Sophora japonica flowers are densely packed on the branches, numerous, eye-catching and as white as a cloud. When I walk among the flowers, I will think of my mother in fragrance. I can feel her love, her smile, as if I were in the flowers, which intoxicated me and made me miss it. I breathe gently, and the smell reminds me of my mother after taking a shower. When I was held, the fragrance overflowed from her hair and body fragrance, which was very fragrant. I can't forget the smell, and I am familiar with it.
When I was a child, I followed my mother, picking Sophora japonica flowers from trees, going home to cook, or cooking. Mother on the ground, spread sheets or plastic sheets, spread Sophora japonica with bamboo poles, and put them all into the bamboo basket. I had a good time with my friends under the locust tree, listening to my mother picking flowers and singing Huangmei opera. In that song, "Huaiyin Tree" sung by Yong Dong became a gentle tune when her mother sang it. Ripples in the air, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica floating away, full of flavor. In that poor era, my mother picked Sophora japonica flowers, carefree and happy. I think that color, how much like my mother's personality, white, simple, kind and ordinary. In my childhood memory, flowers are scattered.
Mother always sings out of tune, but she sings in the fragrance of Sophora japonica and is relaxed. I think my mother will feel better when she smells the fragrance of Sophora japonica. That song comes from the heart and naturally sounds good. Many years later, I still miss my mother and the happiness of my childhood. My mother's work is so leisurely and tireless, just like Sophora japonica Mika. Over time, when I think about it, my mind is full of thoughts and my soul is deeply touched.
Mother loves Sophora japonica, but she doesn't know why the old Sophora japonica in my yard grows tall and straight. Later, I told my mother that Sophora japonica is China Sophora japonica, a tree that can grow tall and big. There is also a locust tree, which is a variety introduced from abroad and covered with thorns, so it is called Robinia pseudoacacia. They are all small shrubs, colorful flowers, Amorpha fruticosa, Huanghuai and Amorpha fruticosa, which are dizzying. I also said that Robinia pseudoacacia also has white flowers, which are as delicious as China Sophora japonica. Fields, streams, hills and villages are everywhere, and the sea of flowers is boundless. After hearing this, my mother looked at me comfortably, full of joy and happiness, a little more excited than when she sang leisurely.
Mother is also familiar with Robinia pseudoacacia. In the famine year, after my family finished eating Sophora japonica in the yard, my mother went to pick Sophora japonica and cooked it at home. Mother said that in our family, Sophora japonica saved our lives. Mother often picks up dead Robinia pseudoacacia, or cuts down dense Robinia pseudoacacia for firewood. She said it would grow again next year after it was cut. Mother said, Robinia pseudoacacia is too common, unlike tall locust trees, which are green, tall and lush. My mother told me that locusts are everywhere like weeds, but cheap locusts, like weeds, emit a fragrance that is not cheap at all, even more fragrant than tall locust trees. Mother looked at me and said thoughtfully, because it is closer to us, the flowers are stronger and the fragrance is stronger.
I had a serious illness in primary school, because there was no medicine, no milk and no health care products. Every day, my mother washes the egg flowers with rice soup, adds a little honey of Sophora japonica and feeds them to me in spoonfuls. The sweetness of Sophora japonica is a thrifty mother who gave me the most delicious gift of the year. My mother died many years ago, and now the sweet and sour taste has long been history, but the egg drop soup made by my mother has always made me miss it. Whenever Sophora japonica is in full bloom, I will be in it, imagining the sweetness and sweetness of Sophora japonica honey and bees flying around. My heart, the thick smell of Sophora japonica, is vague and confused. I think that's my mother's smell, and when I miss my mother, I'm haunted. I feel that my mother and I are like ordinary Robinia pseudoacacia, growing like weeds, swaying in our hometown, blossoming and bearing fruit everywhere.
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