Huaihua prose

Sophora japonica always has different existence in your heart and mine, maybe at home, maybe at my alma mater.

Below, I have compiled a few essays about Sophora japonica for you. Let's recall the big pagoda tree in our memory.

Sophora japonica prose

Root-seeking Sophora japonica

It was about eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the locust tree in Hongdong.

Navigation led us around the national highway several times, and finally entered the city and settled down in a hotel on the roadside. The room is equipped with a computer, which is what we want most, so as to clear the camera memory like in Pingyao.

When I opened it, there was a virus in the machine, which was a mess. I tried, but I was afraid to upload it.

On the cool morning of September 20 12 19, we came to the hometown of our ancestors? Hong Tong Sophora japonica.

A horizontal plaque with a black background and a yellow edge was placed at the root of the huge and stout artificial locust tree, which read: Root-seeking ancestral garden of locust tree.

There is a big official figure in red and yellow in the door opened below it. Root? Words were covered with screen, and a faint homesickness and Cang Sang came to my mind for no reason.

Come back, we wanderers who have migrated from a long distance, with the feelings of a foreign land, come here to pursue the blood of our ancestors.

This is an immigrant site in the Ming Dynasty.

Opposite the screen wall is the memorial hall across the Hu Aixiang Bridge, which means homesickness and nostalgia.

Homecoming smells better, and homecoming smells better.

Fragrance flies thousands of miles, and homesickness is stronger.

It seems that after crossing the Hu Aixiang Bridge, I walked through hundreds of years of wind and rain and suddenly stood in front of my ancestors.

The altar is a place for offering sacrifices.

It is located on the central axis of the ancestor worship activity area.

Five rooms are wide in width and five in depth, with single-story double eaves, surrounded by pure wooden corridors, and the roof that crosses and rests is connected with the anti-Ming stage, which is very gorgeous and spectacular.

In the spacious hall, there are some tributes on the antique table behind the heavy curtain, which gives people a simple and spacious feeling.

Bypassing the dedication hall, a towering hall stands on the high steps, surrounded by two halls.

These flowers are intricately embedded in the steps.

On the platform on the steps, there is a huge incense burner facing the temple gate, which is the ancestral hall.

The hall is silent and solemn, in the middle of worship? Show that Sophora japonica is the ancestor of immigrants? There is a scarlet ancestral surname 1230 tablet on the left and right.

We are eager to find the surname of our ancestors. Here, in front of our ancestors, we kowtowed again and again, and the wandering wanderers in the distance came back. This is our root. No matter where we are, this is the hometown of blood.

The lingering homesickness slowly settled in front of the ancestral tablet.

From the ancestral hall to the outside, the air seems to be filtered, fresh and relaxed.

The grass on the roadside is sad, and a little black sheep is wandering leisurely on the grass, which has nothing to do with romance.

The cross courtyard on the left is the immigrant cultural area, which mainly displays the witness of immigrants in that year, including: memorial archway, ancient pagoda tree (pavilion), second and third generation pagoda tree, Shijinglou, ancient post road, Guangji Temple, etc.

As soon as we stepped into the Immigration Demonstration Expo, lifelike clay sculptures came to our faces. Under the big locust tree, people live and work in peace and contentment.

Suddenly the government ordered immigration.

Under the big locust tree, I cried too wild and finally left the hot land. This trip is more about where you will go.

Fold a Sophora japonica flower and take it away, hold a native land in your arms, and let it float away with these wanderers on behalf of your hometown.

Immigrants kneeling under the big locust tree are leaving, their eyes are dim, and they look back step by step, far away, blurring the outline of their walls and villages. Only the lush ancient pagoda was printed as their hometown, and the old storks called in their dreams.

A new locust tree was built on the original site, just in time for the performance. The tearful parting scene made me unable to restrain, and my friend quietly pulled me to wake up suddenly.

The second and third generations of ancient Sophora japonica trees are growing under the steps. They are lush, and every leaf shines in the early morning sun, as if countless fresh lives are dancing.

There is also Shijinglou, which has gone through more than 800 years. Only it witnessed the large-scale migration of immigrants in the Ming Dynasty, and also witnessed the Chinese nation's unremitting self-improvement in the face of natural and man-made disasters, paving a colorful home with vigorous vitality and hardworking hands.

big pagoda tree

Sophora japonica is the oldest and largest tree in the old hospital.

Into the door of the old house, first two big elms; What was your name when you were a child? Aisle? North, called the front yard.

There is a paulownia forest in the east of this front yard, which may have been planted in recent years.

Apricot trees in the west, jujube trees on the east path leading to the backyard, and pomegranate in the northeast corner of the backyard are all antiques of the Qing Dynasty at the latest, but the bigger one is Sophora japonica.

I have seen several big locust trees, even ancient locust trees, both inside and outside the city.

The oldest is Tang Huai at the intersection of Nanmen Street and Daomen Road. On the scissors-like street in Sanguan Temple, towering trees are under. To the north of Xianqian Street, like jujube trees in the old courtyard, they grow obliquely into the west wall of the courtyard, even in three rows.

I dare not say whether the big pagoda tree in the old courtyard is pregnant with the fourth brother.

It's just that the shade of the third brother is not a place for us to grow up or play.

The big pagoda tree in the old courtyard, two or three children may not be able to hold it around their waist, and it grows in the west window of the backyard hall.

That hall and an east room, the halls at both ends of the front yard of Tonglin, are the oldest houses in the old yard.

As far as I can remember, there are only east wing rooms and halls in the backyard, covered with curved tiles like the moon, cornices propped up by wooden columns, tiles decorated with patterns, and steps piled with bluestone.

Most of the remaining houses are newly built bungalows; Moreover, the old house is not carved at all, and it is impossible to say whether it has been eroded by wind and rain.

/kloc-when I compiled the supplement 0/0 years ago, I heard that General Feng Yuxiang's uncle You Shi once lived in this old house. I wonder if this old house is You Shi's former residence. Later, I forgot the reason and didn't finish.

Only the old house is quite elegant; After several renovations, the door of that hall still has a copper handle hook lock; There is a cellar in the room, which is covered with boards like a small bed.

It is not clear whether the cellar is an air defense facility.

And this backyard, in fact, is shrouded in the shade of locust trees.

In the midsummer night, there are often high-rise reclining chairs and wooden stools in the shade.

Set the square table, set watermelon and herbal tea, while shaking the fan of goose feather or banana, while eating melon seeds, bustling around the night market without stars.

The canopy is extremely dense, but it holds the green flame high, which can't cover the coolness of summer nights.

The branches are as empty as black dragons, and the dragon whiskers have touched a poplar tree rustling like drum waves, dancing in the rippling waves.

High neighbors pull out the light bulbs in the house and light up the discerning Gash. There are players who play cards, chess and tell stories, or play the violin and entertainment piano, as well as the rustling of flutes, harmonicas or Hu Xian's graceful demeanor.

Until dawn, crickets can still be heard, and high neighbors recycle wooden planks in the morning dew.

The huge umbrella cover of Sophora japonica spread deep in the old yard extends to the east, west, north and south.

That gloomy light shines on dozens of brothers and sisters in more than 20 families.

Then Huaiyin is the palace of this paradise.

After the rain in summer, the old home is clean and refreshing.

Rice-yellow mushrooms and green mosses are born in corners or south walls that can't get the sun.

Moss is furry, like the soft back of a duckling; Cut it off with a small shovel, and pieces of colored shavings can be put together into many beautiful patterns.

Under the moss, it is the tender soil like egg yolk, so I play the game of hiding Sophora japonica with the picked Sophora japonica leaves.

First plow some Tian Zige on the soft ground with a knife, and then discuss the loser with scissors and a burden hammer; If the middleman is blind, if there is no middleman, the loser must avoid it; The winner quietly buried a small piece of soil, hid a corner of Sophora japonica leaves in the hole, and then smoothed the traces with his fingers.

The loser used a knife to explore the lattice, but failed to dig out the leaves of Sophora japonica for three times in a row and lost again.

The blindfolded man often can't find the treasure; Although the leaves of Sophora japonica could not get out of the box, they were severely cut into tiny pieces.

Cheated children are often entangled in the lawsuit of climbing the grid because of this mischievous test; It is easy to get along with narrow-minded children, but it is difficult to attack or distort them; Being divided and ruled by all kinds of adults is also very harmonious.

The game is a bubble after all.

Sophora japonica is a Sophora japonica.

In late spring and early summer, the branches are covered with buds, which are called Sophora japonica; Around summer, light green flowers will be in full bloom.

Children know that rice is a traditional Chinese medicine, so they pick it with a hooked bamboo pole. If you send it to an intermediary or something, you will have a year's tuition and a few pocket money.

I was born without this business sense, only knowing that flowers can make honey, which tastes bad, but honey is sweet; I also know that young leaves in spring can be kneaded into fragrant steamed bread; That branch is cooked with eggs, and it is about a wind-proof prescription, which is specially used to cure the generals who have broken their heads; The stalks can be woven into hedges, small baskets and the like, and the leaves can be played in the hands; Even locusts and moths growing in the cracks of bark can cure asthma by digging them out? .

If Sophora japonica is still alive today, I will enclose it, put up a job advertisement, set up a company or a center, at least have a box office, carry forward the national quintessence and protect cultural relics.

In autumn, there are piles of Sophora alopecuroides on the tree, fishing in the cool wind and rain.

Adults call it acacia beans or acacia beans, probably because they are worried about their children in the bleak season.

Is it true that when the cold wind blows off the leaves of Sophora japonica and looks up through the faint crown, it is in the gray-blue air? People? Wild geese, which look like birds, migrate to the south with wings.

I often expect that the canopy will become a net to accommodate the lonely geese and set up a warm shed on the tree-in fact, this big tree can hold all the geese flying in the air; Although this time, the branches of the big locust tree were all dark, only the residual scenery carefully described by meticulous brushwork-the geese were still gone.

If there is snow, the black dragon will be more dazzling and dignified; When the ice melts, there is a wisp of water vapor, which transpires into the blue sky.

Sophora japonica beans have withered everywhere, but attracted groups of grey magpies, jumping silently on the branches.

One of the magpies often lands first, watching the movement warily, thinking that when the world is peaceful, he will call his own kind, which is what children often call? Reconnaissance plane? .

If someone walks under the tree, magpies will chirp and fly in surprise; When he left, he took one after another with his iron beak, looking for the next spring.

In lush under the greenwood tree, children's games have never been depressed by the change of seasons.

Like bungee jumping in spring, kicking sandbags in autumn and winter, skipping rope and spinning top to play with glass balls regardless of season? All kinds of frolicking often arouse boys and girls to compete for territory; The best events are fights or hide-and-seek in which everyone participates.

Is the height of Sophora japonica often considered by children? Home? That is the fortress in my heart, the banner of victory.

In the trenches full of old houses, whoever hides his opponent and touches the big locust tree will shout in the shade: Take it home! A family member represents the whole family! ? All in? Home? The wandering children gathered under the tree in all directions, shouting "Take it home"? That kind of atmosphere only exists under the big locust tree in my hometown.

Now we are scattered in the shade of the old home, and there is no home under the big locust tree.

That tree once occupied the top of my hometown, and now there are not many trees in my home.

I will remember the warmth under the tree. When there is no warmth, I think of trees.

The oldest and largest tree in the old yard, Sophora japonica.

The big locust tree in my hometown

? Ask where my hometown is, Sophora japonica in Hong Tong, Shaanxi! ? This proverb, which is widely circulated among the people in Henan and Shandong, is the best proof of people's love for their hometown and origin.

There is also a saying in my hometown and town. I remember when I was playing barefoot when I was a child, the old people often asked: See if your little toenail has two petals. If so, you are the descendant of someone who moved under the big locust tree.

? When fashion doesn't know this? Big locust tree? Yes, but I'm busy seeing if my little toenail cover is separated. After reading it, I really believe what others say and think that I came from it. Big locust tree? Descendants who came down.

Later, when I was older, I saw the Miao family in my resident group rebuild the ancestral temple and carve a monument to commemorate it. You didn't understand until you read the inscription Big locust tree? The true meaning of the inscription is that the Miao people in Yunben Town migrated from Shaanxi Sophora japonica with the Miao family in a certain place in jia county in a certain year, and they have the same ancestor and so on.

That's what I realized. So what? Big locust tree? As far away as Hongdong County, Shanxi Province, it is such a proper noun handed down from the people to commemorate such a migration history.

Today, I specially consulted relevant information on the Internet, not only knowing the origin of Sophora japonica, but also knowing that there are two folk songs in the ancestral hall of Hong Tong Sophora japonica Park? Couplets? , respectively? Where is the stork's nest now, sitting on the mulberry and saying? ,? Who is the Reservoir Dogs of an ancient tree? Who can check the shape of nails with little toes? It's about two petals of a toenail.

Grandpa said that our family is a foreigner in the local area, and it is the only one. His hometown is Fangshan, a town in this county. I heard that there is our ancestral grave here, and there are many families named Fan, but I don't know if our people have done genealogy because they rarely go back to contact.

Later, my grandfather passed away. I don't know where my family came from, and whether it really migrated from Hong Tong.