The pagoda tree in front of us is far less magnificent and eye-catching than those ancient pagodas. Every day it just lives quietly with me in this remote town, and my desk is under the window facing this locust tree. Every May, the intoxicating warm wind blows through the treetops, and clusters of yellow tender buds pop up among the green leaves of Sophora japonica. I know that Sophora japonica is going to bloom! Looking forward to it, looking forward to it. In a few days, the locust tree will quietly open under the green surrounding of the locust tree. A breeze blew, branches swayed and flowers danced like white butterflies. The seductive fragrance of Sophora japonica, accompanied by the warm May, gently flew into my study and landed quietly on my desk. At this moment, I am sitting at my desk, feeling calm and peaceful, and my interest in learning is greatly improved. Young me, in this blooming season of Sophora japonica, I have woven many magnificent life dreams.
When Sophora japonica is in full bloom, it is also a time for children to be happy. The impatient young lady next door always takes advantage of adults' inattention to secretly pull out a few strings of Sophora japonica flowers and pull out the flower hearts inside to eat, saying that it tastes sweet. I tried it, too, and it felt a little green and sweet. Say it's sweet, in fact, in the 1970s, people were always full of endless yearning for a happy life. In the two shacks where my grandparents and I lived, our grandparents lived a very poor life, but my grandparents always tried their best to bring a lot of happiness and comfort to my childhood.
The story about Sophora japonica is probably known only after watching the movie "The Fairy Couple". The seven fairies colluded with the old pagoda tree and got engaged to Yong Dong. Can Sophora japonica really talk? On a moonlit night, I also learned the accent of Yong Dong in the movie "Sophora japonica"! Sophora japonica! Talk to me! But I talked for a long time, and the locust tree didn't respond. The loving grandmother smiled: children's home, when you grow up, the locust tree will talk to you! This scene has flashed for more than twenty years.
Beauty is always so short. When we are still savoring the fragrance of Sophora japonica and recalling its legend, Sophora japonica has quietly left. In a few years, I left my old house in my hometown and went to the county to study and work with my parents. I bid farewell to the lonely locust tree in front of the old house, and I was far away from my carefree childhood. A few years later, kind and loving grandparents went to a distant paradise, and they didn't have time to enjoy the filial piety brought by their grandchildren. The Sophora japonica in front of the window of the old house has turned into crystal tears on my cheeks!
Sophora japonica, she will not be rich, nor will she be grandstanding. She is not sung like plum blossoms in cold snow, nor is she loved like self-defeating peaches and plums. She just quietly left the village and the house. Sophora japonica, willing to be ordinary, hard-working and unrequited, always brings us fragrance silently season after season. Without waiting for the gift of a hot summer day, she quietly hides her figure, just to give birth to the next May, Sophora japonica bears many childhood thoughts and warmth. Sophora japonica, white Sophora japonica in May, Sophora japonica in front of the old house window, like an angel of nature, wrote moving seasonal notes for us on the green branches; Another example is an elder who guides our lives. When we were young and immature, she gave us great care and warmth. I love Sophora japonica!