“白白嫩嫩的鲜槐花。”女人的叫卖声清爽透亮。三轮车上,满满的槐花,莹莹的白,有露珠点缀其间,迎着刚出生的霞光,碎碎点点,熠熠生辉。槐花淡淡的甜香,在空气中飘散、弥漫,一下子吸引了过往的行人。嗅觉被槐花的香一点点沁润,恍惚间槐花已在唇齿之间。我家乡的槐花啊,像无数个慢镜头从我心海走出:晶莹的花苞爬满枝条,一身素装迎风起舞,俏然优雅,如幻如梦, “Fresh and white flowers tender and tender. ” The woman’s bark shine fresh and bright. Tricycle, full of Sophora japonica, Yingying white, dew during the dotted, to meet the just-born Xiaguang, broken bits and pieces, sparkling. Sophora flower light sweet, floating in the air, diffuse, all of a sudden to attract the past pedestrians. Smell by Sophora japonica a little Qin Run, Trance Sophora japonica has been between the lips and teeth. My hometown of Sophora japonica, ah, like countless slow motion from my heart out of the sea: crystal buds covered with branches, a plain wear dancing, pretty elegant, dreamlike,