Sophora flower, spring tassel

Someone secretly opened the spring incense box.

Unknowingly, sweetness flows in the air, and the fragrance permeates the surrounding fields.

As if spring is made of honey, thick golden honey seems to be squeezed out of the air;

As if spring is a girl in full dress, her whole body is filled with the fragrance of youth.

At this time, the amber honey is dissolved - the sunlight gives it the color of amber, and the shortbread is slightly burnt. The sun shines down, gently smearing on the warm pastries of the earth.

Flowers, regardless of size, are all blooming, and flowers, regardless of color, are all fragrant!

Dreams big and small gradually take shape and grow thin wings. Spend three lifetimes of loneliness, and create a prosperous lifetime.

And a tall and flowering locust tree is the richest person in spring, graceful but not bloated, generous but not stingy. Stretching branches and dense leaves weave into a vast curtain of spring. There are lush locust trees, and there is also a solitary tree standing in the wilderness. The tree crown stretches into an umbrella shape, becoming a distant scenery at the end of the field of vision and on the horizon.

A group of children were chattering. They raised their faces and pointed at the locust trees on a tree and said:

Those strings of locust flowers are eaves bells facing the wind;

That The strings of Sophora japonica flowers are rows of chimes;

The strings of Sophora japonica flowers are the panpipes being played;

The strings of Sophora japonica flowers are the swinging earrings... ...notes...

A locust tree is the grand stage of spring. There are bursts of singing and dancing in the melody swaying in the wind.

Like bees, butterflies and flocks of birds, I am an obsessed follower in the spring breeze at this time.

My eyes are pouring, rippling, and spreading together with the sunshine and spring light...

The unopened locust flower buds must be the Kunbao hanging on the girl's arm. There is a code of spring, swaying with the breath of youth, mysterious;

The unopened locust flower buds must be the half of the silver moon hanging in the night sky, filled with stories and legends;

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The unopened sophora buds must be the source of honey. Once the pistil is broken, all the sweetness drips and all the fragrance is emitted;

The mystery of spring is a code that makes the heart itchy; it is a secret that you and I want to know and crack.

In spring, a tree of locust flowers is the tassel and bead curtain hanging in front of the boudoir bed. Faint, hazy, swaying...

You and I, the sunshine and the spring breeze are all infatuated standers outside the bead curtains and tassels waiting to be manipulated.

Only the small river in the locust forest knows all the secrets of locust flowers and spring. It tinkles and whispers gently...pauses, turns and loops, carrying a mixed fragrance. , nourishing the roots of trees and grass, meandering into the distance on their own...

Author: Yue Lifang

About the author: Yue Lifang: Teacher at Guiyuan School in Linzhou City. Member of Linzhou Writers Association and Linzhou Photographers Association.