The original text of Hu Aixiang's Children.

Children in Hu Aixiang have been associated with Hu Aishu since childhood. Children in Hu Aixiang can't live without locust trees, just like dolls on the seashore can't live without the sea, and children in the mountains can't live without stones. In August, the buds of Sophora japonica, the size of rice grains, exude a faint fragrance, which cannot be smelled unless you smell them carefully. Xiao Huai mi Cang

Under the locust tree, it fluttered gently with the wind. They are not conspicuous at all, but they are the treasures of children in Hu Aixiang. Sophora japonica can be used as medicine and dye. In Hu Aixiang, hard-working children don't ask their parents for money. Their school money was bought with Sophora japonica.

In August, the weather is hot. Chickens are so hot that their wings droop, dogs are so hot that they stick out their tongues, and cicadas are so hot that they don't know what to do. It kept calling "cicada, cicada" in the tree. Children in Hu Aixiang are not afraid of heat. They carry water hyacinths on their backs and carry dry food. Before larks sing the dawn, they have climbed to the mountain. Boys often climb trees and cut Sophora japonica with a long hook knife again and again. Clusters of Sophora japonica have fallen. Some girls bent down to pick it up and jumped up and down; Some baskets are filled with Sophora japonica, one head at a time, like ducklings foraging for food. When the smoke rises from the village, the children return home full of food, and their happy songs are floating in the fields.

The moon sets at the willow tip, and the children who have worked hard all day fall asleep with sweet smiles. There are long polished hooks and baskets under the children's cots. As long as it's sunny tomorrow, the children will get into the hot work again. ...

1 Children in Hu Aixiang

In May, acacia blossoms. Mountains and valleys, hillsides and hills, like the first snow falling, are all white. Some Sophora japonica flowers embrace together and look like jade carving balls from a distance; Some Sophora japonica flowers are covered with branches, which look like braids that Xinjiang girls casually put on their shoulders.

Buzz, the little bee came, collected fragrant pollen and brewed sweet honey. Scratching, the children came running, took away the whisked Sophora japonica with baskets, and put a delicious Sophora japonica on the table at noon. At this time, even the whirlpool blown by the wind is fragrant, and the whole hometown is immersed in the ocean of fragrance. Any child who walks into his hometown will be intoxicated by the fragrance and stagger among the flowers. Hospitality of Hu Aixiang children will drag him home and invite him to eat a meal of Sophora japonica. Sophora japonica is made of refined white powder mixed with Sophora japonica, which is delicious. Eat salty, pour sesame oil, garlic paste and mature vinegar; It tastes sweet, sprinkle with fried sesame seeds and mix with Sophora japonica honey. When he left, the children in Hu Aixiang would give him a bag of steamed Sophora japonica and a jar of clear Sophora japonica honey.

In May, acacia trees blossomed, and chickens in Hu Aixiang became particularly handsome. They wear pagodas in skirts and braid pagodas, and they will smell everywhere they go. Little boy, his pocket is full of Sophora japonica, and he accidentally. They put a handful in their mouth from time to time, My Sweetie's, delicious. ...

May is the season when children in Hu Aixiang are satisfied.

In August, Sophora japonica buds. The bud is the size of a grain of rice and gives off a faint fragrance. The small locust tree is embedded in the locust tree and gently shaken by the wind. They are unobtrusive and invisible, and adults will not pay attention to them. Only children in Hu Aixiang regard it as a treasure. Sophora japonica can be used as medicine, dyed and exported. In Hu Aixiang, children who study hard will not ask their parents for tuition. Their tuition fees were exchanged with Sophora japonica.

How hot it is in August! The chicken's wings drooped like a collapsed haystack; The dog spat out its tongue in the heat and hid in the shade, panting; Cicada is so hot that it doesn't know what to do, and it barks everywhere. Children in Hu Aixiang are not afraid of heat. They carry water hyacinths on their backs and carry dry food. Before larks sing the dawn, they have climbed to the mountain. Little boys often lie prone on trees and cut locust trees with a long hook knife. Clusters of Sophora japonica fell off, some chickens bent down to pick them up, and some stuffed them into baskets. That is a beautiful picture of labor. The faint twilight enveloped the fields and plumes of smoke rose from the village. At this time, the children returned home with full loads, and their cheerful songs floated in the fields.

The moon set at the end of the tree, and the children fell asleep with sweet smiles after a hard day's work. The old locust tree lovingly stretched out its arm to cover their dew and gently hummed a song that no one could understand. There are long hooks and baskets beside the children's beds. As long as the weather is fine tomorrow, it will be a busy day. ...

The collected Sophora japonica seeds are dried and turned into black seeds. The uncle of the acquisition station came, and the children knew that the little Sophora japonica would be transported to all parts of the country with their own sweat and floated around the world.

August is a busy season for children in Hu Aixiang.