雪白、幽香、漫漫的、沉甸甸的,槐花又悄悄然盛开了。又是五月的一个雨夜,哄睡了孩子,静静的合上书,起身打开窗户默默的感受这沁人心脾的清香和淡雅庄重的美,思绪也因此而奔跑起来。仿佛又置身于那个浸满我童年欢笑的小院,又看到奶奶,又谗猫似的紧跟在奶奶身后,看她小心的翻起锅里片片金黄色诱人的槐花饼,不时地问:“奶奶,饼怎么熟的这么慢,什么时候才能好啊,一会该糊了 White, fragrance, long, heavy, Sophora japonica and quietly blooming. It is also a rainy night in May, coax sleep and sleep children, quietly closed the book, got up and opened the window silently feel the refreshing fragrance and elegant solemn beauty, thoughts and therefore run up. Seems to have exposure to that small courtyard soaked with my childhood laughter, but also to see her grandmother, and cats like immediately behind her grandmother, to see her carefully flip the piece of gold seductive golden locust cake, from time to time Q: ”Grandma, how is the cake so slow, when is it good?