A:No. My mother wants to collect osmanthus flowers and send some of them to her neighbors to make cakes. I want to "shake osmanthus trees" and shake them hard, and osmanthus flowers fall down one after another, like rain, which smells good.
The original text of osmanthus rain in my hometown:
My hometown. What she is worried about is the rice that will be harvested, and the second is the sweet-scented osmanthus that will be harvested. Sweet-scented osmanthus, like peaches, plums and plums, also has a harvest! My mother walks in the front and back yards every day, saying, "As long as I don't do geomantic omen, I can collect a few big baskets, give one to grandpa Hu Zhai and one to my second aunt Mao Zhai, and they make more cakes." It turns out that osmanthus is the spice of cakes. When osmanthus blooms most luxuriantly, it doesn't smell ten miles, at least a dozen neighbors around, and all of them are immersed in osmanthus fragrance. If it is allowed to bloom and fall into the soil, especially if it is blown by the wind, it will be wet and the fragrance will be too poor. "Shake osmanthus" is a big deal for me, so I always stare at my mother and ask, "Mom, why don't you shake osmanthus?" My mother said, "It's still early, and I can't shake it." But when my mother saw that the sky was overcast and the feet of the clouds were hairy, she knew that it was necessary to "shake the osmanthus" in advance, and quickly ordered the long-term workers to "shake the osmanthus". Now, I was cola. I helped to lay bamboo under the osmanthus tree, helped to hold the osmanthus tree and shook it hard, and the osmanthus fell down one after another. It's like rain. It smells good. "Mother washed her hands, put a pinch of osmanthus in a crystal plate and sent it to the Buddhist temple for offering Buddha. My father lit sandalwood, and the smoke curled up in the stove. The Buddhist temple was like a fairy world. So my father became interested in poetry, and immediately took it as a must:" Delicate the fragrance, light the smoke, and compete for the harvest of Guizi. Children can enjoy the flowers and the rain is colorful and sweet. " After the osmanthus was shaken, the whole family mobilized, picked out the twigs and leaflets, spread them out in the sun for several days, dried them, put them in iron cans, made tea in tea, made osmanthus brine and made cakes during the Chinese New Year. Throughout the year, the whole village was immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus.