Old Locust Tree In the depths of my memory, there was an old locust tree. It was like a silent guardian, standing there quietly and witnessing the changes of time. In spring, the old locust tree was like a sleeping beauty that had been gently awakened by nature. Its withered branches began to sprout tender green buds. These small buds were like spring bamboo shoots that had just broken through the soil, full of vitality and hope. At first, they were just small dots, peeking out timidly and trembling slightly in the breeze. As time passed, the small bud gradually stretched out and turned into small leaves, shining with the light of life under the sunlight. At this moment, the old locust tree was surrounded by a faint, fresh smell. It was the smell of new life. In summer, the old locust tree welcomed its most flourishing moment of the year. Its leaves became lush and lush. The layers of leaves intertwined together, like a huge green umbrella, shielding people from the scorching sun. Every leaf was so green that it shone brightly. Under the sunlight, it was as clear as jade. Unknowingly, strings of pure white locust flowers had quietly hung all over the branches. These locust flowers looked like a group of little girls in white dresses, looking particularly shy under the green leaves. They clustered together and emitted a refreshing fragrance. The fragrance filled the air, causing bees and butterflies to dance among the flowers. Under the old locust tree, it became a good place for people to cool off. Children were laughing and playing under the tree, while the old people sat at the side, waving cattail leaf fans and enjoying this moment of coolness. In autumn, the old locust tree was like a kind old man, slowly shedding its clothes. The leaves gradually turned from green to yellow, as if they had been dyed with a layer of golden paint by nature. The autumn wind blew, and the leaves fell down one after another, like golden butterflies dancing in the air. Then, they gently landed on the ground, covering the ground with a thick layer of golden carpet. Although the old locust tree was no longer as lush as it was in summer, it had a unique charm. Its weathered branches seemed even tougher in the autumn wind. In winter, the old locust tree stood alone in the cold world. Its leaves had all fallen, leaving only bare branches. These branches stretched out in the cold wind, as if showing the world its tenacious vitality. When the snow fell, the old locust tree was like a warrior wearing a white cloak, quietly accepting the baptism of ice and snow. Snowflakes fell on its branches and piled up into white snow piles. From afar, it looked like an elegant ink painting. The old locust tree is not only a tree, but also an emotional sustenance in my heart. It has witnessed my growth and accompanied me through one beautiful season after another. Its tenacious spirit has also deeply influenced me, letting me know that I have to be like it in life. No matter what difficulties I face, I have to stand firm. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
"Scenery of the Pagoda Tree." In the depths of his memory, there was always a touch of whiteness and fragrance. That was the unique scenery of the locust tree. Walking into the place with the locust tree, it was as if he had stepped into a paradise that was isolated from the world. The locust tree was tall and straight. Its trunk was thick and its bark was wrinkled with time. It was like an old man who had been through a lot of hardships quietly recounting the past. Its branches stretched out in all directions, as if it was warmly welcoming everyone who came to watch. Spring was the most enchanting season for the sophorous flowers. When the first wisp of spring breeze gently brushed past, small green buds quietly emerged from the locust tree, like curious little heads, eager to see the world. Not long after, those small buds grew into pieces of tender green leaves, shining with the light of life under the sunlight. And the most attractive thing was the bunch of white locust flowers. They were like small and exquisite bells, hanging all over the branches. A gentle breeze blew past, and the locust flowers swayed, making a slight rustling sound, as if they were playing a gentle movement. The refreshing fragrance spread out and could be smelled from afar, attracting countless bees and butterflies to dance in the flowers. They were busy shuttling between the flowers, picking nectar, adding vitality to this beautiful scene. In the summer, the locust tree was like a huge green umbrella, blocking the hot sunlight for people. The dense branches and leaves intertwined, allowing only a few rays of sunlight to pass through, sprinkling mottled light and shadow. Under the tree became a good place for people to escape the heat. Old people sat under the tree, waving palm-leaf fans and talking about family affairs. Children laughed and played under the tree. Their laughter echoed in the air, full of childlike joy. In autumn, the leaves of the locust tree gradually turned yellow and then fell one by one. The golden leaves were like butterflies dancing in the air before gently falling to the ground, covering the ground with a layer of golden carpet. Although the pagoda tree had withered, it still had a different kind of beauty. It was a kind of tranquility and indifference after experiencing prosperity. The locust tree in winter had shed all its decorations, leaving only its bare branches standing proudly in the cold air. It was like a strong guard, unafraid of the cold, silently holding on to its post. Even in a world covered in snow, it still had a tenacious temperament that made people respect it. The scenery of the locust tree is the cycle of the four seasons, the change of life, and a precious gift given to us by nature. It carried people's joy, memories, and emotions, forever imprinted in their hearts. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
"Memories under the locust tree." In the depths of my memory, there is always a locust tree. It is like a kind old man, quietly guarding my past. When he was young, there was a tall locust tree in the courtyard of his hometown. Every spring, when the locust flowers were in full bloom, the white locust flowers were like a string of small bells. When the breeze blew, they swayed gently and emitted waves of elegant fragrance. This fragrance filled the entire courtyard and entered every corner of the house. It was like an envoy sent by spring, announcing the arrival of a beautiful day. At that time, the happiest thing I did was to play under the locust tree with my grandmother. Grandma always carried a small bamboo basket and stood under the tree. She used a long bamboo pole with a small hook tied to the top to hook the fresh and tender sophoree flowers. I looked up at the side, my eyes staring at the bunch of locust flowers, excitedly shouting: "Grandma, there are still a lot over there!" When the locust flower was hooked down, I felt like I had gotten a treasure. I hurriedly ran over to pick it up and carefully put it in the basket. Sometimes, I couldn't help but secretly take a small locust flower from the basket, put it in my mouth, and gently chew it. The sweet taste immediately spread on the tip of my tongue. At noon, Grandma would use locust flowers to make all kinds of delicious food for me. He washed the locust flowers, mixed them with flour, and put them into the steamer to steam. After a while, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of locust flowers and flour. The steamed locust flower cake was soft and sticky, and it was dipped in a little white sugar. The taste was still unforgettable. In summer, the locust tree became a good place to cool down. The afternoon sun was scorching hot, but it was cool under the locust tree. Grandma would bring a small stool and sit under the tree to do needlework. I lay on the bamboo mat at the side, listening to the cicadas chirping on the tree, watching the sunlight shining through the gaps of the leaves, and gradually fell asleep. In her dreams, she seemed to have the faint fragrance of locust flowers. As I grew older, I left my hometown and left the locust tree. But every time I smell the fragrance of the locust tree, those memories under the locust tree come back like a tide. That was my carefree childhood, and it was the strong kinship between me and my grandmother. That locust tree is not just a tree, but also a precious emotional sustenance in my heart. It will always emit its unique fragrance in my memory. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The golden locust tree was a variant of the locust tree. From a plant taxonomical point of view, it belonged to the category of locust trees. The golden locust tree had unique ornamental characteristics. For example, its branches were golden from November to May of the following year. This characteristic was different from other locust trees, but it still had some basic biological characteristics of locust trees. "Nine Plum Red Songs Collection" novel is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Grandma's Old Locust Tree In the depths of my memory, there was an old locust tree. It stood quietly in my grandmother's yard, like a silent and kind old man. It witnessed the changes of time and carried the endless memories of my grandmother and me. The old locust tree was very tall. Its thick trunk seemed to have been carved by time. It felt rough and solid. The tree trunk extended upward and split into countless branches. Every spring, these branches would be covered with clusters of white locust flowers. The locust flowers were like a string of small and exquisite wind chimes. They swayed gently in the breeze, emitting waves of elegant fragrance. This fragrance filled the entire courtyard, making people feel as if they were in a fairyland of flowers. I couldn't help but get closer to smell it. The fragrance went straight into my nose and refreshed my heart. When I was young, my favorite thing to do was to follow Grandma when the locust flowers bloomed and watch her pick them. Grandma's movements were very skilled. She would use a long hook to carefully hook down the locust tree branches. Then, she would sit on a small bench, pull down the locust tree branches one by one, and put them into the basket. I watched from the side, occasionally secretly pinching a locust flower and putting it into my mouth. The sweet taste instantly spread on the tip of my tongue. Grandma would make all kinds of delicacies with the locust flowers she picked. The locust flower cake she made was one of the most delicious food I've ever eaten. He mixed the fresh locust flowers and flour together, added a little salt and water, stirred them evenly, and placed them in the pot to make a pancake. The outer skin of the cake was golden and crispy, but the inside was soft and mixed with the sweetness of the locust flowers. Every time Grandma made the locust flower cake, I would stand by the pot and can't wait to eat the first bite. In summer, the old locust tree was like a huge green umbrella, blocking the hot sun for us. Grandma would spread the mat under the old locust tree, and we would lie on it to enjoy the cool. Grandma sat at the side with a cattail leaf fan in her hand. She gently drove away the mosquitoes for me while telling me stories of the past. Under the old locust tree, I heard Grandma talk about her youth. Those distant stories became vivid and interesting under Grandma's narration. The old locust tree is also a good place for me and my friends to play. We would play hide-and-seek under the tree, and the thick trunk of the old locust tree would be our best cover. Sometimes, we would tie a rope to the tree and make a simple swing. We would sit on it and swing around, and our laughter would echo under the old locust tree. As time passed, I gradually grew up and left my grandmother's house to go far away. However, Grandma's old locust tree has always been in my heart. Every time he returned to his grandmother's house and saw the old locust tree, he felt like he had returned to his childhood. Those beautiful memories surged back like a tide. The old locust tree is not only a tree, but it is also the emotional bond between my grandmother and me. It is a symbol of my childhood and a beautiful memory that I will never forget. It stood there quietly, watching my grandmother's house and the softest place in my heart. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
"The Fragrance of Scholarflower" In the long river of memories, the fragrance of locust flowers was always intertwined with beautiful emotions and memories. Every year, when the locust flowers bloomed, the elegant fragrance was like a special messenger sent by nature. From afar, the locust tree looked like a giant umbrella covered with strings of white pearls. As he walked closer, he saw that the white flowers were adorned with green branches. The flowers were small and exquisite, like jade butterflies spreading their wings. A gentle breeze blew past, and the air was filled with a faint, elegant fragrance. This fragrance was refreshing and intoxicating. He remembered that when he was young, he would interact with his family every time the season of locust flowers was fragrant. The experience of going to the mountains to pick locust flowers with his mother was unforgettable. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they could smell the faint fragrance of locust flowers. When he reached the pagoda tree, he took out a small bag and began to pick. At first, he was unfamiliar with the technique, and the petals fell to the ground before he could pick them. Later, under his mother's guidance, he knew that he had to pick the branches together, and gradually mastered the technique. When picking the locust flowers, the surroundings were filled with the fragrance of locust flowers. The fragrance was sometimes faint, like the sweetness after coffee, leisurely and memorable; sometimes thick, like a glass of aged liquor, mellow and long, nourishing every cell in the body. There was also the scene of him and his grandmother catching locust flowers together. Grandmother carried a long pole and hummed a ballad as she walked toward the old locust tree covered in white flowers. Grandmother spread a white cloth under the tree, then used a long pole to beat and stir the branches and leaves, and the sophoree flowers fell one after another. At that time, he looked at the white flower clusters above his head. Each flower had a pale yellow stamen in the slightly opened jade petals, like a baby in swaddling clothes smiling. The morning dew hung on them, shining brightly. Not only did the locust flower have a mesmerizing fragrance, but it was also a rare delicacy. Grandma's locust flower dish was simple but memorable. He sprinkled the washed locust flower with flour and mixed it well. He added salt and seasonings and placed it in a steamer to steam it. There was also the steaming hot steamed locust flower. When he grabbed it and put it into his mouth, he could feel a warm and simple sweetness that penetrated deep into his bones. The locust flower dumplings were also full of temptation. The dumplings wrapped in locust flower fillings were filled with the fragrance of locust flowers. The fragrance of the locust flower was not only a taste, but also a kind of longing for his hometown and a kind of nostalgia for the happy times of his childhood. No matter where he went, as long as he smelled the fragrance of locust flowers, it was as if he had returned to a place filled with love and warmth. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The golden locust tree was a cultivated species of the legume family and the locust tree family. It was also known as the golden locust tree. It was a fallen leaf tree, a variant of the Chinese scholar tree. The big tree had the following characteristics: - ** Form and characteristics **: - [Tree trunk: 20 meters tall and straight.] The bark was smooth, and the stems and branches of the tree were pale green and yellow in one year. After winter, they gradually turned yellow. The stems and branches of the two-year-old tree were golden yellow. - Crown: The crown is round, the tree shape naturally opens, the tree shape is vigorous and straight, the tree leaves are luxuriant, and the main and side roots are developed. - Branches and leaves: odd-pinnate compound leaves, lobules opposite or nearly opposite, oval, 2.5 - 5cm long, entire margin. Leaves alternate, 6 - 16 forming a feathery compound leaf, oval, 2.5 - 5 cm long, smooth, yellowish green. Its characteristic was that its branches and leaves showed different degrees of golden yellow in different seasons, and its ornamental value was high. - ** Growth characteristic **: - ** Growth speed **: It grows faster. The transplanted seedlings can grow 1.5 - 2 meters tall in the first year and 2.5 - 3.5 meters in the second year. - [Adaptability: Temperate tree species, likes light, slightly shade-resistant.] It likes deep, fertile and moist sandy soil, but it can also grow on calcareous and mild saline-alkalized soil. It is drought-resistant and cold-resistant. It can resist the low temperature of-30 ° C. It is barren and can grow well in acidic to alkali-based soil. There are basically no pests and diseases during the introduction period. The seedling cultivation technology is easy to master and the management cost is relatively low. - ** Garden usage **: - It was directly used as a green variety. The ornamental time period was divided into spring, summer, and autumn. As the seasons changed, the ornamental value would also change. It was a kind of colorful leaf tree that was widely used in the current landscape. Its prospects were considerable. - It could also be used to transplant yellow-stemmed locust trees, yellow-stemmed fragrant locust trees, and the like. When the golden locust tree grew to a height of 1.5 - 2 meters, it would be fixed dry. Then, the scions of the yellow-stemmed locust trees and fragrant locust trees would be taken for secondary transplantation. The cultivated yellow-stemmed locust trees and yellow-stemmed fragrant locust trees would have higher ornamental value. They were widely used in domestic and foreign gardens and greenery. They were treasures of roads, scenic spots, and other gardens and greenery. "Life Like a White Birch" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The golden locust tree, also known as the golden branch locust tree, was a cultivated species of the locust tree family. ** 1. Form and characteristics ** 1. ** Branches ** - The stems and branches of an annual tree were light green and yellow, and gradually turned yellow after winter. The stems and branches of a two-year-old tree were golden yellow, and the bark was smooth. The trunk was straight, and the tree shape naturally opened up. The tree was tall and vigorous. 2. ** Leaf ** - Leaves alternate, 6 - 16 forming a feathery compound leaf, oval, 2.5 - 5 cm long, smooth, yellowish green. The twigs are yellowish green in spring and summer, golden yellow in autumn and winter. Odd-pinnate compound leaves, lobules opposite or nearly opposite, oval. The leaves were golden in spring, then light yellowish green, and golden in autumn. 3. ** Whole Plant ** - It was a decidual-leaf tree, more than 20 meters tall, with a round crown, developed roots on the main side, and luxuriant leaves. ** 2. Growing Habits ** 1. ** Adaptability to the environment ** - Temperate tree species, like the sun, slightly tolerant of shade. It likes deep, fertile, moist sandy soil, but it can also grow on calcareous and mild saline-tolerant soil, and can grow well in acidic to alkali-tolerant soil. Drought-resistant and cold-resistant, able to resist-30 ° C low temperature, barren resistance, strong drought resistance. There were basically no pests and diseases during the introduction period. 2. ** Growth Speed ** - It grew fast. The transplanted seedlings could grow 1.5 - 2 meters high in the first year and 2.5 - 3.5 meters in the second year. ** 3. Breeding Method ** - In order to maintain its excellent ornamental characteristics, it is generally bred by the method of transplanting. The rootstock can be made of 1 - 2 years old seedlings of Chinese scholar tree. Grafting time was generally suitable in spring when the sap was flowing, and the best method of Grafting was to bud with wood. After the buds survived, the rootstocks were cut in time, and the sprouts were removed. The nursery management was done well, and the branches could also be connected. After autumn, stop applying fertilizer and watering, so that the trunk will be fully lignified to facilitate the safe winter. ** 4. Landscape Use ** 1. ** Ornamental value ** - The tree crown was broad, and the leaves were golden and lush. It had a high ornamental value. The viewing time was divided into spring, summer, and autumn. As the seasons changed, the ornamental value would also change. It was a kind of colorful leaf tree that was commonly used in the current landscape. In winter, the golden branches had more unique ornamental value. 2. ** Other uses ** - It could be used to transplant yellow-stemmed locust trees, yellow-stemmed fragrant locust trees, etc. When the golden locust tree grows to a height of 1.5 - 2 meters, it will be dried, and then the scions of the weeping locust tree and the fragrant locust tree will be taken for secondary transplantation. The cultivated yellow-stemmed weeping locust tree and yellow-stemmed fragrant locust tree will have higher ornamental value. They are widely used in domestic and foreign gardens and are treasures of roads, scenic spots, and other gardens and greenery. "Nine Plum Red Songs Collection" novel is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Only nine pictures of the purple fragrant locust tree were found, but the complete picture of the locust tree was not obtained. Sorry, no more pictures of the locust tree could be provided. "Nine Plum Red Songs Collection" novel is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
" Kinship in the Flower Tree." In the long river of memories, the locust flower was always closely linked to family. Every time the locust flowers bloomed, the white locust flowers that were as white as snow and filled the air with fragrance were like small elves hanging all over the branches. And my family story, under the contrast of this locust flower, also seems even more warm and moving. When he was young, there was a large locust tree forest in his hometown. When spring came, the locust flowers bloomed, and the entire village was immersed in that sweet fragrance. Grandma always took me to pick locust flowers. Her figure was busy under the locust tree, her rough hands skillfully stroking off strings of locust flowers from the branches. When she got home, Grandma would use these locust flowers to make all kinds of delicious food. The steaming locust flower cake was one of my favorite foods in my childhood. When Grandma made the locust flower cake, I stood by the stove and watched eagerly. Grandma always smiled and handed me the first locust flower cake out of the pot. That smile full of love and the sweetness of the cake were unforgettable. His grandfather was also an important figure in the family memories related to the sophorous flowers. There was once when I was studying in the city, and it was the season when the fragrance of locust flowers wafted. Grandpa rode his bicycle all the way to school. He took out a lunch box that was still warm from the pancake bag. I was looking forward to food like scrambled eggs, but when I opened it, I saw a fragrant locust flower cake. "Your grandmother made this especially for you. She knew you loved it when you were young," Grandpa said with a tired but loving smile. As soon as the pancake was out of the pot, she urged me to send it to you so that you could eat it fresh." At that moment, the small locust flower cake not only carried the delicious food, but also the deep love of his grandparents. His mother also had a unique connection with the locust flower. The old locust tree in the back of the old house would bloom every year, and its fragrance would fill the entire courtyard and even half the village. Mother could make many kinds of flowers. She carefully removed the locust flower, washed it briefly, and carefully made it according to different methods. Her mother said that if she washed it too many times, the fragrance of the locust flowers would be diluted, so she always handled it just right. She made steamed and fried locust flowers so that we wouldn't get tired of eating them for a few days. The fragrance of the locust flower permeated the air. The time spent with his family about the locust flower was the best interpretation of kinship. It was Grandpa's hard work, Grandma's skillful cooking, and Mother's meticulous cooking. In this small locust flower, it contains the endless care and love of my family. It has become the most precious memory in my heart and also made me understand that family love is in this life. It is like the fragrance of locust flowers. Although it is not strong and pungent, it lingers in my heart for a long time and will never dissipate. The novel," July Flower Fragrance ", is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
There were differences in the prices of the clustered golden locust trees. In Ruinong Seedlings Trading Department of Pizhou City, Tancheng County, it was 500.00 yuan per tree; the wholesale price of Hangzhou City Base was 140.0 yuan; Suqian City had different prices of 1899.05 yuan and 1 million yuan; Baoding City quoted 200.0 yuan; Tai 'an City quoted 6.0 yuan; Shuyang County quoted 20.0 yuan; Zhongshan City quoted 388.0 yuan. "Life Like a White Birch" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!