Snow-like locust flowers bloom in the middle of deep mountain canyons. The rich fragrance flutters with the wind, giving people a pleasing pleasure, if people wander between the deep spring flowers, it is natural that the spring love is full of spring breeze. A sudden feeling filled my heart, I love locust flowers, I love liuqiaoyu locust flowers even more.
At that time, my family was particularly poor, every spring when there was no connection between green and yellow, the grain in the grain hoard had long been out of grain, and the wild vegetables that had just been sent out had become the staple food of my family, and my mother went to the field day and night to dig, which was not enough for our family of seven to chew, and when the locust tree spit green and the locust flowers bloomed, my mother smiled. As soon as dawn came, she was alone and quietly on the road with a hook rod. The mother of the locust flower forest in the natural production team did not dare to go, so she had to go over the mountains and mountains to pick the locust flowers from the cliff cliffs that no one dared to climb, sometimes a few wild wolves were only a stone's throw away from their mothers, and the figure and cry of the wolves also appeared intermittently around her, but the mother did not care about these, a person with a skinny body, carefully holding the tender flowers and leaves, painstakingly folding the locust branches, and taking them home as firewood. With these harvested fruits, the mother carried them heavily on her back and carried them down the mountain with great difficulty, and returned home. She put the little sweet potato noodles left in the noodle bag in the newly picked locust leaves, and then made a fragrant feast, took out a part for our family to eat, and distributed the rest to the children of the neighbors on the left and right. I saw them eating as sweetly as we did, and the smiles on their faces, and my mother smiled, and I smiled.
It is these rich families who do not even look at the "food" but has become an unforgettable 'scenery' in my childhood memory, eating in the past, eating now, and eating in the future, I feel that it is better than the taste of mountains and treasures, and it has become a memory that I have treasured in my life. This morning, a relative from my hometown brought me a pocket of locust flowers, so I urged my wife to cut fresh pork, buy tender green leeks, and eat a meal full of three delicious dumplings. I ate this fragrant "delicacy", and I couldn't help but appear in front of my mother' figure, recalling the unforgettable and difficult years in the past, although my heart was full of sour, sweet and bitter, I felt that those years were sweet, because I was accompanied by my mother and accompanied by the fragrance of locust flowers.
Maybe those years will not come again, maybe the time will gradually be forgotten, but I will not forget, and will never forget. I saw the locust flower and naturally thought of my mother, and I missed my mother naturally remembered the locust flower, and it was the mother and the locust flower who helped our family through the hard years of that year and year.
Zheng Weijun of Laiwu City wrote on May 2, 2012 in Liumao Bookstore, and published in the third issue of Longnan Literature in 2014.