Huaihua piaoxiang composition

Sophora flower fragrance composition 1 Every April and May, Sophora flowers in my hometown are in full bloom.

There are not many locust trees in my hometown, but when it blooms, the fragrance can float for miles. When I was a child, every afternoon after school, my brother and I immediately dropped our schoolbags and took plastic bags and sickles tied with long sticks to hook Sophora japonica. Hooking Sophora japonica is a science. First of all, we should pick tender hooks, especially those sweet hooks that are braving ostentation, but completely open Sophora japonica is not sweet. The branches of Sophora japonica are more elastic, and the sickle can only be hooked if it is placed in the right position. After hooking a big plastic bag of Sophora japonica to go home, my brother and I rolled down the petals, washed them with water, and then gave the rest to my mother. For dinner, although there was no food, a large pot of Sophora japonica soup was soon consumed by our family.

Sophora branches are also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. When I was a child, my father once cut straw in a cornfield and accidentally cut his toe. At that time, there was no money to go to the hospital, so grandma hooked a few twigs from the locust tree behind the house, put some ginger and cooked a big bowl of soup for dad to drink. After drinking for a few days, dad's toes really healed.

Sophora japonica is full of treasures. The branches of Sophora japonica are covered with thorns, which can be used as fences around the cooking ground to prevent chickens from stealing vegetable leaves.

I have never seen a locust tree since I came to Changsha. After searching online, I realized that Sophora japonica only exists in the north. I haven't eaten Sophora japonica since high school, because I haven't lived in my hometown. Either I didn't have a holiday when the flowers bloomed, or they lost them when they had a holiday. I went out to visit major supermarkets over the weekend, but there were no sellers of Sophora japonica, which was somewhat disappointing. I don't know when I can drink another bowl of Sophora japonica soup from my hometown.

Huaihua fragrance component 2 tea life, stronger aftertaste; Recalling the past with songs is hard to get rid of. I only remember the fragrance of Sophora japonica at that time. -inscription

There is a locust tree in front of the door. I have been playing here since I was a child. Never mind sadness, sweetness, happiness or pain, there is always happiness here, and there is always a fragrance in my heart.

The locust tree was covered with branches by the spring rain. In the misty rain, the branches of Sophora japonica swayed with the wind and happily. The adobe wall on the side was wet, and small fallen flowers were blown away by the wind and floated to the wall. Always make bees and butterflies linger, and the taste is average. What fills my heart is peaceful happiness, which lingers for a long time.

I am a person who is tired of making trouble. Therefore, when others are flying around in the streets, I will stand on the branches and hold my hands together, so that Sophora japonica will float in the sky and its fragrance will rise from time to time. At this time, I will close my eyes and never forget it.

Flowers fall in late spring and time flies, so we have to bury them under the tree with a sigh, which is also considered as "returning to the nest". I can't forget that faint fragrance still exists, but it lingers in my heart for a long time.

Later, the adobe wall was replaced by a brick wall, the spring rain was still misty, and the Sophora japonica still arrived as scheduled, but somehow, the faint fragrance seemed to fade. Flowers are shining in late spring, but I have no time to bury them. I just sighed in a hurry and sent them off, leaving only a faint scent in my heart.

Now I live in a school. In fact, there are also locust trees here, with many rows and columns. The spring rain came as scheduled, but the flowers didn't bloom. It turns out that the locust trees here don't bloom! My heart is inevitably lost, the breeze blows, but the leaves of the trees rustle, not to mention the faint fragrance. In late spring, only the wind swept through the treetops.

Leaning against the branches, I only remember the fragrance of Sophora japonica. ...

This season, Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom and have wonderful fragrance. With its fragrance, the track and field sports meeting of our school kicked off. -inscription

This is the last sports meeting in my primary school study career, which is extremely important to me. I am also fortunate to be the flag bearer of this sports meeting.

I came to school early in the morning, put on a formal suit, a lace hat and a red scarf. When I got there, the whole person looked particularly energetic. After eight o'clock, the sports meeting began. I walked in front with three other students who protected the flag. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable feelings. After all the work is completed, the sports meeting will officially begin. Sitting in the class, I asked about the familiar fragrance-Sophora japonica! In the green sea, a little white is looming, just like stars dotted the night sky, which is very beautiful.

Because it is a track and field sports meeting, there are only high jump and some running events, so some students did not participate in the competition. Of course, I also want to contribute to the class. The first event is 100 meter, and I am one of the contestants. When it was our group's turn to run, I was fully prepared. As soon as the gunshots rang, I ran out, but in the end, I was the last in this group, and the women's group was always ranked sixth. I know, I must do more physical exercise. My steps are big enough, but I can't keep up with the speed, so I can't run fast.

In about two hours, the last primary and secondary school sports meeting in my life will be completely over, which will be my most precious memory. Sophora japonica, can you leave me this sign?

In the evening, I stroll in the campus full of flowers and plants. Afterglow gently renders and daubs flowers, trees and lakes, and a little warmth gradually overflows. ...

Inadvertent breathing, a sweet fragrance floated into my nostrils. Why, so familiar, with a kind taste ... Ah, it's Sophora japonica! I was very happy in my heart. With the fragrance, I found several locust trees on the hillside east of the campus along the path.

These locust trees are old and tall, and clusters of white locust trees are hung on the branches. Sophora leaves fall high from time to time and dance in the air, as if a group of silvery white and light butterflies are enjoying themselves, so fresh, soft and lovely. This is a pure and beautiful rain of Sophora japonica, a touching visual feast.

I think of Sophora japonica in my hometown for no reason.

There is an extremely old locust tree in front of grandma's house, and the trunk is printed with gullies of different depths and lengths. From January to May, long Sophora japonica flowers hang on the branches like a string of light wind chimes, which has always fascinated me. At that time, I will pick up the falling clouds of Sophora japonica, gently blow off the dust on them and put them in my mouth to taste slowly. The sweet taste makes me like it very much. I will also pick more Sophora japonica flowers for my grandparents to eat, and the three of us will eat them intoxicated. Sometimes, I like to put clusters of Sophora japonica flowers on the pillow, and the bed is full of sweet and faint fragrance. At night, I will gradually enter a sweet dream in this intoxicating fragrance.

Ah, I miss the Sophora japonica in my hometown!

Ah, the sweet and intoxicating fragrance of Sophora japonica has been lingering in my heart for a long time, spreading in my heart and lingering.

Sophora japonica in my hometown and Sophora japonica in my campus, I miss and love my hometown more with a touch of nostalgia. In my hometown, Sophora japonica is irreplaceable.

Sophora japonica is fragrant, but is this the fragrance of Sophora japonica in my hometown?

As soon as I entered grandma's village, I smelled a fragrance. Seen from a distance, the trees in twos and threes are full of white flowers. My mother told me that it was Sophora japonica. I can't wait to pick up a small basket and follow my grandfather to pick Sophora japonica. I saw my grandfather pick up a bamboo pole tied with a sickle and hook it under the locust tree a few times. Sophora japonica with leaves fell one after another, and my mother and I quickly picked a bunch of Sophora japonica from the dense green leaves. Ah, the glistening and delicate Sophora japonica still exudes the fragrance of My Sweetie. Don't say eat, just smell it, it's enough to enjoy.

In a short time, a basket full of Sophora japonica flowers was taken home. Grandma smiled and said, "Little greedy cat, grandma is going to make a table of Sophora japonica to satisfy your greed today!" " "

Grandma skillfully washed the Sophora japonica and divided it into many portions. Grandma is busy, and every Sophora japonica flower will be in place soon. Some of them are sprinkled with seasoning, mixed with flour and put into a steamer. Some are made into cakes and fried in an oil pan; Others rolled in boiling water and fished out for later use ... I was dazzled and my nostrils were full of the strange fragrance of Sophora japonica.

After dinner, the dishes on the table are all made of Sophora japonica: golden Sophora japonica cakes are particularly attractive, the sweet taste of steamed Sophora japonica with white beard, the elegant cold Sophora japonica makes people's appetite greatly increase, and the hot Sophora japonica soup makes people salivate ... Everyone sits around the table and lets the fragrance spread all over every cell of the body. ...

Early in the morning, as soon as I woke up, I smelled a sweet smell. I sniffed and sniffed greedily with my eyes closed, and the rich and fragrant aroma was refreshing. I can't help laughing. The locust tree is blooming again.

I don't know if the older you get, the easier it is to be nostalgic. In recent years, I often wander in memories. I don't know if it's the powerlessness of the passage of time or the sadness that youth is gone forever.

I had a few dreams and went back to the past. My childhood partner's voice was vague, but the lush appearance of several big locust trees in front of the door was vivid.

At this time of the year, friends will come to the locust tree in groups of three or five. Some use poles with hooks, and some simply climb trees flexibly. After a while, a locust tree with white flowers was thrown at our feet. Wait for the following partners to drag one, quickly put a bunch of white Sophora japonica into the basket with flexible hands-then take it home for mom to eat, and you can eat delicious Sophora japonica cake at noon!

Now, I am also a mother. Every year, when Sophora japonica blooms, I also use Sophora japonica to cook all kinds of food for my children. However, today's children don't know why, but the Sophora japonica cake and Sophora japonica rice I made with joy did not arouse children's interest. After a few bites, I stopped eating and said it was not delicious.

I am so disappointed. How sweet we ate when we were children.

In fact, it's no wonder that children. Nowadays, children's snacks emerge one after another, and so do patterns. Where would they miss this simple farmhouse meal? But they don't know that these traditional farmhouse meals are the most nourishing natural green foods, which are many times more delicious than those snacks they relish, and many city people can't eat them if they want to.

Many times, what we miss may not be the cake of Sophora japonica and a bowl of rich rice, but the young time that is gone forever.