Locust flowers are common, and in the summer, they are common in the countryside or on both sides of the street. It has the white essence of pear blossoms, but it does not have the aroma of pear blossoms. Pear Blossom makes people pitiful, is a woman raised in the boudoir, very noble. The locust flower is lively and a little wild, fresh and vibrant, very grounded. The locust flowers have bloomed, the summer breath is also thick, I like this kind of unrestrained, and do not pick the environment of the flowers, said that it opened it, a large piece of snow white and lively.
The locust forest may be full of flowers, lush and fragrant and drunk.
Where the spring water and blue waves fall, the floating fragrance goes all the way to the end of the world.
--Song Sushi, "Locust Flower"
In May, the locust flowers bloom, and the white locust flowers are everywhere, dotting the summer. The locust flowers are lush and fragrant, and thousands of families are drunk. Even if the flowers fall, they will float with the blue waves, and the fragrance will drift all the way to the end of the cape. The acacia flowers are pure white in color and fragrant, and have won the love of many people.
The acacia blossoms add a bit of liveliness to the earth and become the well-deserved protagonist of summer.
Yutang yin closed cold window screens, rain through the silver mud to lead the seal snail.
The grass is gone, and the bees are full of locust flowers.
--Yuan Zhao Bingwen, "Yutang Second Song II"
It was cloudy, the room was also gloomy, and the window screens were also cool. After a rain, snails crawled out. There are no hollyhocks, only the "buzzing" bees in the courtyard can be heard, and it turns out that the locust flowers have bloomed, attracting bees. The locust flowers are sweet, no wonder the bees have come to it, this is a feast, as long as there is nectar to pick, no matter what kind of weather it is.
Acacia flowers dot the summer, and it becomes a fascinating landscape in itself.
The sunrise is still open, and the green shade is many and wandering.
Locust flowers are all over the ground and no one sweeps, and half of the walls are printed with purple moss.
- Song Qiu Wanqing, "Sunrise"
The sun came out, lazily pushing open the wood door, wandering in the thick green shade. The locust flowers on the ground were not cleaned, and they were piled up at the roots of the wall, reflecting the purple moss, which was a sense of leisure. Although the locust flower is ordinary, it is also beautiful and moving, so why sweep away the falling flowers? Under the faint morning sun, will the white locust flowers in the field be similar to the pear blossoms on the ground? Locust flowers are also worthy of pity.
In the summer, where are the locust flowers? Whether it is proud or frustrated, the locust flower always greets people kindly, making people feel, yo, this flower is really not bad, do not have to go to the famous garden to see. Who says there are no flowers to see in the summer?
The shadow of the Shen mountains and rivers is red, and the rain in the distant sky has promoted Zhenghong.
The soul does not look back, idly illuminating the locust flower road.
- Tang Lizhong, "Sunset"
The sunset is about to fall, but after all, it has not yet fallen, the water surface is rippling with a red color, just rained, the evening sun is rare, the blue sky is thousands of miles, one after another wild geese fly by. Those soulless candidates are really afraid to turn back, in fact, there is no need to be sad, looking at the sunset reflecting the locust flowers on both sides of the road, it is really beautiful. You still have to have some confidence in yourself! Usually you can work hard, but when it comes to catching up with the exam, you have to relax to achieve the best results. If there are flowers to see, just look at them.
Summer night, smell the acacia flowers, in the quiet, quietly talk to yourself, life, simple and happy.
There are few people in the garden, and the cool breeze is clear at night.
The locust flowers fill the courtyard, and the pine nuts fall on the steps.
Lonely to pick up the lamp to sit, groaning and walking in the moon.
The decline of the year is boring, not boring.
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Summer Night Stay Straight"
The fewer people there are, the more empty the courtyard appears, the cool and pleasant at night, and the air is exceptionally fresh. The aroma of locust flowers pervaded everywhere, and pine nuts fell on the stone steps in the night. Somewhat lonely, sitting alone under the lamp, and for a moment falling into contemplation, getting up and walking in the moonlight. As I get older, I feel that life is not interesting, so how can I say more? In the rich aroma of this locust flower, there is also a little more sorrow.
Spring is gone, summer is coming, a hundred flowers are gone, and the locust flowers are blooming. He who rejoices rejoices, but he who is sad is still sad. The attitude of life is given by oneself.
The acacia flowers bloom in the first place, and the spring is red and summer is bitter.
Reunion wanted to ask Zhu Lou about it, and the wax tears burner incense was half ash.
——Modern And Modern Zhang Zhongxing, "Spring Goes"
The locust flowers on both sides of the road are opening one after another, the spring red is gone, the summer is thick green, and the time is hard. When I met Jun, I wanted to ask Zhu Lou about the past, the candles shed tears, and the incense burned out in the incense burner, half of which was incense ash! Time, hasn't it also become ash? It's really helpless!
The locust blossom blooms happily, time is indeed merciless, but cherishing the present is the best gift to yourself.
The white hair is more frantic in the spring, and the face of wine is shining.
Spinning skirts are drunk in the forest, regardless of the busyness of the locust flowers after blooming.
--Song Xie Yi, "Drunken Discharge"
White-haired, but even more insane, drank some wine, and his aging face glowed. Drinking in the woods with excitement, not hesitating to get drunk, the locust flowers are bustling, I also want to live happily, even in the twilight years, it is worth embracing this world.
Acacia flowers are the most common flowers in summer. There are not too many people who deliberately appreciate this flower, but there are always people who inadvertently catch a glimpse of its light dance and will also have a little love.
The bamboo deep door is closed and the vines are hanging, and when you are tired of reading books.
The long whistle does not know where the wind rises, and the locust flowers blow down the goose pond.
——Ming Shijian, "Guan Shu Shu Cheng"
The bamboo forest is deep, the firewood door is closed, the green vines are messy and low, and the poet reads on the table, not feeling a little tired. Suddenly, the wind whistled, and I didn't know where it came from, but it drove away the poet's tiredness, and quickly looked out the window, only to see the locust flowers blown down by the wind and falling in the pond where the geese were playing, this scene instantly touched the poet's heart. What is beautiful, this ordinary picture is.
When the locust blossoms bloom, the new cicadas also begin to chirp, and the eyes are summer, and the ears are also summer.
Before the rain passed, the mountain day did not slope, and the cicadas fell on the locust flowers.
The north and south of the wheel have been unlimited, and the old people on the river have arrived home.
--Tang Xuhun, "Sending Relatives and Friends on the River in Summer"
There was a rain in the morning, after the rain, the sun was clear, the sunset had not yet set, and the air was very fresh. The cicadas are sounding, and the locust flowers are falling in clusters, and the petals are like a little rain star. The poet has become accustomed to wandering north and south, the road is far away, and relatives and friends on the river have just arrived home. I hope that whether people are traveling or returning, there are good scenery everywhere.
The reunion and parting of early summer are always witnessed by locust flowers.
When he came, JianBi zuo yao, to fold the locust flower to the wild bridge.
Whoever saw His Holiness before this sorrow, a song exhausted the road.
--Tang Zhao Gao, "Xuanzhou Sending Judges"
When the friend came, he wrote a book and wrote a poem, and when the friend left, he folded down the locust flowers on the side of the road and walked across the stone bridge in the countryside. It's really sad, the farewell song is over, and the road is long, only the locust flowers and I, sending friends away, I don't know when the goodbye is?
Acacia flowers are not only white, but also yellow. I believe that many people have not seen the latter, I also know from Baidu, the world is big, I don't know a lot of things.
Duzhi Nangong noon solo chanting, auspicious clouds faint bamboo yin yin.
The breeze slowly fell on the yellow snow of the goose, and saw the locust flowers an inch deep.
- Song Yang Wanli, "Straight to the Nangong"
Alone in the afternoon, while walking and groaning, there are faint clouds in the sky, and the bamboo forest is green and thick. The wind gently and slowly blew down the goose-yellow snow, and I saw that the locust flower fell an inch deep! Goose yellow snow, so gentle and warm, will melt people's hearts.
The locust flower I know best and love the most is the locust flower in the countryside.
The green locust flowers fell to the edge of the ditch and stepped out of the capital gate the day after the rain.
The savages of the sun were cultivating, and there was a cigarette on the beacon tower.
--Tang Zhu Qingyu, "Evening Look at the Capital Gate"
The locust flowers fell on the edge of the ditch, and after the rain, the poet was very interested, walked out of the capital, and wandered around. It was late afternoon, the savages had finished farming, and the plains were shrouded in faint smoke. It makes people feel infinite yearning.
When the locust flowers bloom all over the place, the summer is getting deeper and deeper, and the clusters, the white flowers of a tree, fall on the snow of summer, next to the streets, in the courtyards, until the countryside, everywhere. It doesn't pick places and always blooms carefree. Its cheerful attitude makes me deeply loved. Picking a bunch of locust flowers, there is no other word of praise except for the true fragrance, I said to myself, this summer, come on!
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.