What does Sophora japonica stand for?

In Taigu, ancient Huai can be seen in any village. Especially in Nanxianyang Village, Wangbei Township, Taigu County, there is a street with ancient pagodas on both sides. The branches are coiled, and after years of vicissitudes, they are green and tall, and the dense leaves in the sun support a refreshing shade; The body stretched in the haze blocks the erosion of wind and rain. When the ordinary constitutes the long river of years, the unchanging ordinary becomes a miracle. Looking up at the old towering tree, I read it carefully for a long time and felt that the story was flowing on her branches and the years were engraved on her trunk.

Or, you can see that under a lush tree, there are several old people chatting. From their words, we know that this ancient pagoda tree in front of us is as old as them, or maybe their grandparents used to enjoy the cool under this pagoda tree! No one knows how old this tree is. Some people say that it may be one or two hundred years, while others say that it has been hundreds of years.

In order to know more about the story of Guhuai, I asked the oldest grandfather in the village.

. The old man told me: we have trees first, then villages. How many times has the old locust tree been in famine years? Open the warehouse to release grain? The leaves of Sophora japonica are picked by the poor in the village during the day and grow back at night; The locust pod fell off, and those who went to pick it up came first and then arrived, and everyone picked up the same amount. In recent years, perhaps the ancient locust tree is in its twilight years, and the dead branches are brittle and fall off from time to time in the wind. Strangely, the branches of Sophora japonica never hurt anyone. I think this pagoda tree is spiritual and protects the people in our village.

When the old man said this, he put on a silver beard and smiled cheerfully. Looking at the kind face of the old man, I can't help being infected by the old man's triumphant appearance.

Sophora japonica is a book, ancient and durable. Sophora japonica is attractive, persistent and serious. Usually, the old people and old ladies in the village often sit around the ancient locust tree and talk about things. The ancient locust tree is not only the coordinates of the field position, but also an ideal meeting place. For hundreds of years, the stories are numerous and varied. What remains unchanged is the hometown complex of falling leaves and returning to their roots. What remains unchanged is the figure of a locust tree that dreams thousands of miles away at midnight. It is not so much that the old people are chatting as that they are pouring out their hearts with Gu Huai. In their scattered and blurred eyes, I can read many traces of years and the desolation of life. The wrinkles on their faces are getting deeper and deeper with the action of smoking, just like the trunk of an ancient tree that has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

I can't help but meditate, as if I saw the locust tree gently shaking its wings in April, and the breeze flapping the old spine of the ancient locust tree. Suddenly, the air was filled with flowers and walked briskly on every street like a veil. In the fragrance of flowers, the morning breeze is rustling, just like a graceful music, traveling through time and space, with the high spirit of teenagers, drifting without hesitation; This music is beautiful and lingering, which makes the girl's heart sprout in spring. The fragrance of flowers is like a dream, wandering, wandering, wandering in the distance, flowing through the fingers of relatives.

At that time, the old man's eyes seemed to see the bright clothes he wore when he was young, simple and generous. When he attended the meeting of the production team in Xiang Street, everyone sat around the old trees, while the captain stood in the crowd reading newspapers, explaining or giving lectures. Men bowed their heads while smoking, women were sewing, but their mouths kept chattering, and children were shouting or running around to play. And his eyes, but chasing the girl like Sophora japonica, shy eyes are dodging, but the ethereal look back makes his heart beat so fast. Oh, the story of Sophora japonica, now that she has become her wife, I still remember that Sophora japonica leaves are like a sieve, blushing in the mottled moonlight.

How did these ancient pagodas come here to flourish after a long time? Perhaps, people can't help but think of the allusion of Sophora japonica in Hongdong, Shanxi. There is a poem that says: Ask me where my ancestors came from, Sophora japonica in Hongdong, Shanxi. What's your ancestral home? Old storks nest under the big locust tree. For hundreds of years since the Ming Dynasty, this kind of folk song has spread everywhere in China. Almost everyone is worried about it, both north and south of the river and on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and women and children know it. In plain language, it concisely describes the migration of Shanxi people to various places in the early Ming Dynasty, and also leaves memories of joys and sorrows in the eyes of the Chinese nation, which makes people feel deeply.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a poor family to leave, and it is difficult to leave their homeland. At that time, when the people who were forced to move left Hongdong, everyone was very sad and cried. They drag their children, help the old and the young, carry a laundry list on their shoulders and hold sticks in their hands; Some hold a handful of hongtong soil, and some hide a few leaves of Sophora japonica, with three steps and one turn, and five steps and one turn. Many people hold a branch of a locust tree tightly in their hands and plant it in front of the house as a souvenir. These facts prove that people in the village have an inseparable love for Sophora japonica since childhood. In fact, this is the lingering nostalgia!

When I was a child, I heard the old man in the village say that our hometown was Sophora japonica in Shanxi. In our area, every village has several old Sophora japonica trees, some of which are nearly two meters in diameter. No one can tell when they were planted, except that no one touched them, whether they were dry or dead, and protected them like a god. So this ancient street, there is no doubt that after the big locust tree immigrated there, the branches commemorating the locust tree were inserted in front of and behind the house, watered by rain, took root and sprouted, and finally grew into a towering tree after several ups and downs.

This street full of ancient locust trees stands between heaven and earth with the vicissitudes of class refutation. He is like a loyal watchman, staring at the footsteps of the years and walking through this homeland. The ups and downs of life have made it difficult to leave one's native land. You are interpreting a theme that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. . . . . Gu Huai, Gu Huai, standing in your shade, I really feel my smallness. No matter the ends of the earth, dreams are unforgettable. . . . . .