Prose on Bauhinia: Bauhinia

? Use loess as a wall and plant a bauhinia tree in front to build a house? . When I was a child, every spring, my grandmother's yard was always full of clusters of ba

Prose on Bauhinia: Bauhinia

? Use loess as a wall and plant a bauhinia tree in front to build a house? . When I was a child, every spring, my grandmother's yard was always full of clusters of bauhinia.

It grows quietly in the corner of the yard, with high branches, winding and sticking out of the courtyard wall. The spring breeze in February is blowing, and those branches are densely covered with purple flowers. Clusters, clusters, colorful. The breeze blew, and the faint fragrance of flowers floated gently in the yard. Hard-working bees, buzzing among the flowers, seem to be jumping? Eight-character dance? In and out of the flowers, they finally collected rich and full pollen, flew over the courtyard wall and flew into their hives.

Bauhinia is a spring feast for bees, but it is a grand flower event for children who love flowers and plants. Whenever a flower is in full bloom, I always walk around among the flowers under it like a bee, or bend the branches near it to smell its fragrance. Wow, no wonder the bees look so happy. It turns out that the fragrance of this flower is fragrant and attractive, and the honey brewed with the pollen of Bauhinia must be very sweet.

It's not enough for me to just smell it. I hope I can't hold it in my arms and indulge in this bunch of flowers forever. I found an exquisite glass bottle from my mother, washed the inside and outside with water, and filled it with a new well water. Then, I dug out my mother's scarf from the closet and put it around my head and neck, ran under the bauhinia, waved my sleeves to drive away those naughty bees, broke off a bauhinia, put it in a glass bottle just filled with well water, and put it on the railing of the main room to observe its beauty every time. Its thin pedicels are purplish red, and the delicate pedicels spread evenly like a small umbrella. At the end of the umbrella are clusters of purple flowers, like wisteria and Sophora japonica, which seem different, so the small clusters are crowded with the whole flower branch. Even if I am scolded by my grandmother, it can't stop my heart from breaking. Whether I am naughty or naughty, I love Bauhinia so much.

Bauhinia not only decorated the spring and decorated my childhood, but also had a good thing, that is, its leaves. In summer, bauhinia is covered with round and smooth green leaves. At this time, grandma began to steam steamed buns in the kitchen. When the wheat flour is fermented, grandma will pick the leaves of Bauhinia, wash them with clear water, spread them evenly on the dry pot, put the kneaded dough in a circle on the washed leaves, cover the steamer, pull up the bellows, and soon, the hot steamed bread will be out of the pot, full of fragrance. Wow, it's really white and fragrant! How many years have passed, and the smell of this steamed bread still lingers in my memory.

Years are long, and it is more than twenty years in a flash. Now, I am no longer that young girl. With the passage of time, the face of my hometown has changed. Grandma's yard was turned over a few years ago. Although the newly-built yard is made of cement and the house has large glass windows, every spring, when I see the bauhinia in the park, I always think of my grandmother. My grandmother's yard has deep thoughts and clusters of bauhinia full of childhood memories.

Author: Shandong Sun Lixia

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