Text/Wang Yuhua
May is a romantic season, it clings to spring, like holding the hand of a lover and wandering reluctantly among the colorful flowers, flowing in the wind and the warm sun. Summer still arrives as scheduled, and the wind of early summer pushes spring to a climax. Located in xianhe town at the mouth of the Yellow River, the 10,000 acres of locust forest also has a thousand trees in the east wind overnight, and ten miles of flowers bloom thyme. In this season of acacia flowers, it reminds me of the two large locust trees in the second grandmother's house.
The two large locust trees that were several feet high in the second grandmother's house grew outside the wall of the east courtyard of her house, and there was a depression under the locust tree, which looked even more towering. The tree is as thick as a bucket, and the roots of the calf arch on the ground to form several small crooked mounds, like several dragons lying on the ground, and some climb down the steep slope to the bottom of the slope. The flowers that bloom every year are so dense that you can hardly see the leaves, and the faint fragrance of flowers drifts from the west of the village to the east of the village. Because the locust trees in the village are scarce, coupled with the lack of food in the first family that year, most of the corn flour nests are wild vegetables, and the locust flowers are rare, and the second grandmother is naturally regarded as a treasure.
The second grandmother is a southerner, and she heard her father say that she had been a dust girl before liberation, and later married her second grandfather, who was twenty years older than her, and had no children in her life. She was reclusive and solitary, and few people in the village dealt with her. A few of our naughty little girls loved to annoy her, and specially went to steal her locust flowers, so that she had to move a small bench to guard under the tree every day. But the tiger also has a nap time, we often take advantage of her absence to whizz up the tree, fold some small branches to throw down, and then slip down, not afraid to tie hands, pick up and run, in the blink of an eye there is no shadow. When the second grandmother arrived, she only saw the broken locust flowers and leaves on the ground, and she was so angry that she pinched her waist and scolded for half a day.
That day, I heard that the second grandmother went to the market, but we were very happy, and we were relieved to go up the tree boldly. "Well, this time I see where you go", the second grandmother suddenly reprimanded, which frightened us who were thieves. Look down, Yikes! The second grandmother was humming with a black face and pointing at us with a big bamboo pole. "Hurry up, or I'll stab you down one by one, and if you don't believe it, try it." This can scare us, and we are overwhelmed for a while. Seeing that we were attached to the tree and not moving, she lifted her little foot and poked it up hard, and saw that it was reached by the pole, and we climbed up like monkeys along the branches that were swaying by the wind, and in the panic, my right foot slid a little, fortunately, my hands grasped the branches and did not fall. "Little aunts and grandmothers, don't climb up anymore, come down and take these locust flowers home, this time it will spare you." It is estimated that the second grandmother was also frightened, she threw away the bamboo pole in her hand, compared to let us down, and the tone became softer. But who would believe her words? Usually pranks, three days of teasing her at both ends, the second grandmother hates the root of her teeth are itchy, in case she is a trickster, can she have good fruit to eat when she catches her? A few of us are not fooled. After muttering a little, not only did he not go down, but he simply forked his legs and sat on the branch with her. Watching the second grandmother stretch her neck and shyly look at the tree, circling the tree in a hurry, we sang in the tree. "Good children come down quickly, look at my sugar here, whoever comes down first will give it to whom to eat", while saying, he took out a few pieces of sugar from his pants pocket and held it in his hand for us to see. "Still eating sugar?" Eat your stick, right? Hahaha! ”。 The second grandmother stomped on her small feet: "Okay, don't come down Ha, if you have the ability, you will wait, I will go and change a long stick to see if you can get down." You have the ability to come up, giggle, we laughed and deliberately her off. The second grandmother poured her two three-inch golden lotuses and panicked, and then turned back to the tree and shouted loudly: "Don't take the opportunity to run, I will come home and take the old man's stick, stab you a few dead boys and beat them half to death, waiting for Ha." As soon as the second grandmother left, we immediately slipped down from the tree, spread out the smoke and ran.
The farce of that year was ridiculous to think about, and I felt even more sorry for the second grandmother who was suffering. Eating locust flowers now is different from that year, just taste fresh, picture a green pure natural. This 10,000-acre locust forest attracts many tourists from other places every year, and people like to get close to nature and enjoy the natural scenery.
In front of me, this lush locust forest smelled my familiar fragrance from afar. Entering the forest, you will be greeted by locust trees of different heights and shapes. There are national locust, locust, fragrant locust and so on. There are small trees that have just spit out emerald green leaves, and there are also towering trees with lush branches that can match the two locust trees in the second grandmother's house. In the shade of dense leaves, a cluster of locust flowers fell all over the branches, dense turns like a tree qionghua, the morning sun shines on the locust flowers more white and flawless, and the turquoise leaves are more tender and moist. The breeze blows, and those crystal clear dewdrops roll and jump between the white and green of the flowers and leaves, like countless small stars shining brightly.
In the shady and refreshing locust forest, magpies nest on high branches, larks sing with joy, sparrow trees forage leisurely under the trees, swallows fly briskly through the forest, and the tree trunk makes a bang bang woodpecker sound. On the winding concrete road, sightseeing cars come and go, some hand-held cameras click and click the shutter, there are also groups of couples holding Plus with mobile phones to commemorate, the little couples hug each other affectionately into the deep forest, and the children are busy picking locust flowers and catching butterflies.
In the distance, the blooming locust flowers are as white as snowflakes, but the locust flowers are slightly different up close, the calyxes are divided into red and green, like a string of pearls inlaid with red and green gemstones hanging from the trees, causing insects to fly and butterflies to dance, and clusters of bees buzzing and falling on the flower buds. Even those small trees with the thickness of their fingers did not want to be left behind to blossom, the flowers overlapped, the young branches were pressed down and hung low, reaching out, picking a few petals, putting them in the mouth, tasting carefully, feeling the faint sweetness with incense. Squinting her eyes, the misty second grandmother smiled and picked a large bag of locust flowers with me. Breathe softly, the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers swirls, the petals fall, like a fairy descending from heaven, a neon feather coat, a graceful step, a gentle jade arm, a fragrance slowly coming, like a fairyland, drunken dreams...
Near the meal, the busy farmhouse restaurant is full of cooking smoke, the stove hall emits the crackling sound of firewood burning, the friction caused by the stir-fry spatula and the iron pot, and the cups sing softly. The unique aroma of farmhouse meals, and the faint fragrance of locust flowers, filled the locust forest, making me drunk in the fragrant May of this locust flower.
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