Four views on rape flowers

The rape field in June, from a distance, is a beautiful goose yellow. The following is my essay on rape flowers carefully arranged for you, I hope you like it!

Rape Flower Prose 1: Golden Rape Flower

The sunny days in March and the golden rape blossoms let people enjoy the magnificent rural scenery, revel in the ecological beauty of nature, and make them happy, and also let all people who love life understand a common concept. Greatness is bred in the ordinary, and brilliance is created in the transcendence. ? In the expectation of embracing spring, my heart is full of bright sunshine ...? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

On a sunny day in March, the magical creator gave everything the same warm sunshine and the same spring breeze, and opened her colorful and gorgeous mind to all those who love life. White plum blossoms are bright and dazzling, pink peach blossoms are charming and moving, and golden rape flowers are also humble, showing people a sunny smile, like bright stars, reflecting the countryside of Taicheng, attracting city people to come to enjoy flowers and come here in droves to enjoy the pastoral scenery.

Their life belongs to the countryside full of earthy breath. In the fields, by the river, by the overgrown roadside, wherever there is soil, farmers plant rape flowers and hope, and they will take root and grow; No matter how desolate the natural environment in the wilderness is, no matter the wind, rain, frost and snow, they will extend the green branches and leaves to every corner and let life bloom in the sun.

There's a saying? Good flowers for hikers? Go out of the noisy downtown and walk east along Du Dong Highway. Not far away, you will see a very strange field. It does not have the endless lush green of ordinary crops, but it has an overwhelming golden color. Here, the stout rape flowers are the most beautiful and enthusiastic! Clusters of flowers, clusters of large yellow flowers, are closely connected with each other, just like a happy peasant woman, holding hands and smiling at people, thousands of people get together and enjoy the same golden color and high spring scenery, forming a piece of an acre of sea of flowers, showing a magnificent scene of passion everywhere.

They embrace spring with green wheat seedlings, complement each other, and leave the golden sunshine on the vibrant green land; They arbitrarily follow the Tongyu River embankment, undulating from south to north, inlaid with Phnom Penh on the flowing spring water, and inlaid with dazzling gold around the pink willow green village, singing birds and flowers; They crouched beside the East Highway, meandering from west to east, reaching the shores of the Yellow Sea brilliantly, and extending their golden dreams to the ends of the earth. Buses come and go like a boat, rowing on the golden ocean, light and elegant. In the carriage, the passengers leaned back on the sofa, enjoying the rural scenery in spring and March outside the window, chasing one after another, spreading under the blue sky, dancing in the spring breeze and shining golden dreams in the warm sun. ......

Stepping into the field, wandering in the colorful world, watching butterflies dance, listening to bees sing, taking a deep breath of air, full of fragrance and sweetness, inadvertently falling full of stamens, a faint fragrance. Is this praised by the Greeks? A gift from heaven? Has long attracted those who engage in cauliflower. Is it sweet? The beekeeper of the cause. Following the footsteps of spring, they worked hard, set up a simple temporary tent in the corner of the field, piled up beehives on the ridge of the field, took Huahai as their home, lived a nomadic life in Mongolia, stocked thousands of bees, flew around, sucked honey from cauliflower, gathered in beehives, and refined it little by little, making people taste the delicious cauliflower. This kind of cauliflower nectar is a kind of all-natural nutritious food, which is deeply favored by consumers, and also makes beekeepers realize their dream of getting rich through hard work.

Dedicating fragrance is the value orientation of rape flower and the ultimate destination of glory. Their fragrance is full of oil, so rich that tourists are drunk, and the hard-working cultivators are happy from ear to ear. In a few days, brilliant flowers will become rich seeds. This kind of rape, which is called high oil, low erucic acid and low glucosinolate, is a high-quality oil and protein resource, and farmers can get a good price and a lot of money. In a few months, the golden yellow edible oil produced by the oil factory will be on the market, and the delicious dishes will be fragrant on the dinner tables of thousands of families. In a few years, with the help of new technologies and new processes, the comprehensive utilization and in-depth development of rapeseed will be realized, and the industrial value-added space will be expanded. A flower attracts thousands of flowers, and more people will feel the extraordinary beauty of rape flowers in their ordinary life!

In the Spring Garden, there is no fame, no status, and almost no place to stand. But in her own world, with a grateful heart for the cultivators, she uses everything endowed by the creator, is full of confidence in the ordinary, constantly surpasses herself in the ordinary, freely exudes her style, and silently contributes her practical value. It can be said that few flowers can compare with her.

? Normal? 、? Not unusual? Rape flowers seem to be spiritual, which not only makes you happy as a flower-viewing tourist, intoxicated with the ecological beauty of nature, but also makes all people who love life understand a common concept. Greatness is bred in the ordinary, and brilliance is created in the transcendence. ? In the expectation of embracing spring, my heart is full of bright sunshine. ......

Rape Flower Prose 2: Rape Flower

The sun in May has been burning, and the once arrogant wind has also converged its wings, and the sky is a little gray. The winding road in front of the village was empty, and there was no sign of the villagers returning home with hoes. On the contrary, several wild flowers on the roadside are still blooming gracefully; The beauty of the promise in the dust, even if few people care, will make you feel a little pain and pity when you just met. The smoke from the kitchen, filled with the smell of firewood, has dissipated over the silent village, and the leaves hanging on the branches of Robinia pseudoacacia have fallen asleep lazily. At noon in May, the village quietly fell asleep in this silence. Occasionally, a dog barking in someone's yard looks weak and tired.

Perhaps, I am not a person who wants to sleep peacefully during the day, so I walk outside.

As soon as I left the village, I stood on the tough ridge of the golden rape field in my hometown.

Rape is a kind of crop. In the newly thawed land in late winter and early spring, there are busy figures driving plows everywhere, and then it is time to sow. Although there is the word "vegetable" in the name, rape is not a vegetable directly used for eating. What people grab is its mature seeds, a kind of black and round particles as big as millet, hidden in long and narrow pods like full and dark pocket pearls, and finally knocked out and squeezed into nutritious juice, which dripped into sizzling iron pots and entered many empty stomachs. I still clearly remember the plot when I harvested them.

Just after the wheat harvest, people have not caught their breath from the intense busyness, and a large area of rapeseed has matured. The originally empty rapeseed field suddenly became lively, and people were holding sickles in their hands and couldn't wait to cut withered rapeseed seedlings to the ground. At this time, the sun must shine, the sickle clenched by calluses must shine, and the yearning for a happy life in my heart must shine. The bright and dazzling harvest season came like this. Time is really a very fast thing, let the present become the past.

In my hometown, rape flowers generally grow very low, so harvesting is naturally a very difficult task. People bent their backs so low that their sweaty heads almost hit the ground. In my opinion, this is no longer pure labor. It is people's pious worship of the fruits that gave birth to life, and it is a hard expression of gratitude and awe for the earth. Being close to the land under your feet is actually being close to life itself. No matter how high you fly, you will eventually land on the hot land that requires you to take off. Look, so many arms exposed to the scorching air billow are like pairs of sweaty wings flapping in the bright sunshine.

When all the rapeseed seedlings are mowed, it is time to dry, which usually takes several days. The purpose is to remove excess water from rapeseed seedlings, so it will be relatively easy to fight. It's as if we occasionally feel damp and moldy, and bask in the sun at the right time, whether it will be much easier and happier.

After drying, it's time to really harvest. People found a spacious enough space, covered with thick felt cloth, piled the sun-dried rapeseed seedlings on it, and raised Mu Cha to beat it hard. The dense rape blossoms are like a fine spring rain, jumping out of the pods happily. Mu Cha lifted the falling moment and heard a scratching sound, just like a flame burning grass in winter. The vast fields are full of such exultation and busyness. What is particularly beautiful is the sisters wearing headscarves, as if they were lively clouds, curling up on the vast land and floating lightly under the northern sky.

As the sun sets, the sunset glow reflects half the sky, bumper cars are connected end to end, singing and laughing all the way. The faint fragrance of rapeseed oil floated from the village in the evening breeze and scattered in the empty fields after harvest. No matter how far we go, we can follow the scent to find our way home.

At present, rapeseed is not mature, and rapeseed seedlings are still covered with green shirts. However, it is the time when the rape blossoms are just right! Endless golden, like a golden dream of a country and the north spreading to the sky.

A rural dream has moistened the eyes of many children in my hometown.

Now, when I stand in the golden rape field in my hometown, I believe that no matter how far I go in the future, I will be the one who walks with rape blossoms, and I will be a happy person for a lifetime.

Rapeseed Prose III: Rapeseed comes with a faint fragrance.

The rape field in June, from a distance, is a beautiful goose yellow. Walk in, be in the sea of flowers, and smell the faint fragrance. We didn't have rape blossoms here. I have seen it in pictures before, and I know that the rape flowers in Wuyuan are beautiful, and the flowers are beautiful, which is more attractive when matched with Huizhou folk houses. Since last year, we have also had rape blossoms. In spring, it was said that in early winter, I went with my sister and mother and met them for the first time. In the cold weather, I walked into this sea of flowers wearing a purple and black embroidered coat of old Beijing, holding a bun and stepping on thousands of embroidered boots. Sending WeChat in the family group, the children who worked hard in the south were surprised to ask, is it in my hometown? Why are there rape blossoms?

Yes, our town also has rape fields. These flowers are in full bloom in the hands of hardworking people. There are no white walls and gray tiles in Wuyuan, some are towering poplars, some are tenacious willows, some are endless rice fields, and some are dancing reeds. In this vast land in the north, there is a flower field, which is cultivated by farmers. Presumably, at the beginning of sowing, they have a small mind, thinking about people's surprises and surprises when flowers bloom.

I am a woman who loves flowers. This love comes from the small flower field in front of and behind the house when I was a child. From my hardworking and intelligent parents, they planted flowers in my blood, so that my tenacious life will not wither at any time in my life. Eldest brother used his peony camera to record the time my parents and I spent in my yard and the flowers on black and white film. My father's eyes and corners of his mouth are always full of smiles. This smile, even if it turns to dust, I can still find it in the petals of every flower.

In front of and behind our house, flowers are always overflowing. In the middle of winter, it snows heavily, and everything is silent in the frozen world. However, the three thatched houses in my house are as warm as spring, and the charcoal fire jumping on the ground stove and the windowsill above the heatable adobe sleeping platform are all blooming. The glass is green with green leaves, the calyx of the lantern flower is upside down, and the stinky begonia is full of flowers.

My mother planted flowers all over the yard. I have a picture of myself when I was young, wearing a white sun hat, standing in the blooming lilacs, with a bright smile on my face. The string of red flowers in our family can be red until after first frost in late autumn, because the careful mother will cover it with a large piece of plastic sheet every evening, so that the first frost will not take away its beauty at night. Dutch chrysanthemum, Chinese rose, and many flowers I can't name, bloomed in the second place, warming the poor days. And the peony blooming behind my uncle's house makes me envy. When I was a child, I always walked along the narrow path to my uncle's neat yard, then passed through his nave, and came to the flowers in the spoon garden behind the house, where I squatted to see the big flowers in full bloom and smell the fragrance. Finally, I always like to step on the old organ a few times and listen to the beautiful keys to make a pleasant sound.

Morning glory does not need careful care. The seeds that fell last year will climb the slopes and fences of the garden under the nourishment of this year's rain. The flowers are bright pink and noble deep purple. Petals are shaped like a small trumpet that is broadcasting, so we often call them morning glory.

The flowers in these memories are one after another, clusters, or even small pieces. The rape in front of us is a sea of flowers.

When I entered the rape field this year, it coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival. I just ate delicious zongzi wrapped by my second sister in the morning, and I also bought delicious wild duck eggs brought by my second brother. Holding my mother's arm, I once again walked into this blooming rape field. This flower field, which covers an area of more than ten acres, has really attracted many people to watch it. Cars were parked on the sidewalk, and people in the flower fields walked in the alley in twos and threes. This is a calm and slightly cloudy day, which is just suitable for people to watch here at noon. Mother walked in the flower field, her muddy eyes looked at the world's goose yellow. I stood carefully among the lonely flowers. I'm afraid I'll flash or even break a rape flower. At this moment, the world is quiet and beautiful again. No noise, away from the bustling. Stepping on the soft soil with both feet is like walking on a narrow path in Chu Qing after the rain when I was a child. The sky is very high, not very bright blue, reflecting this sea of goose yellow.

This is a windless day, and the sea of rape blossoms quietly opens at noon in June. Several field-shaped alleys, several trees standing in the flower field, several clouds floating in the sky, and several waves of tourists coming and going, this flower field looks so vivid and charming. Holding the camera, I can't find the best angle from all angles. Perhaps the most beautiful scenery is in the real world, in people's hearts. The expressiveness of the lens is still limited. Rape flower is a flower stem, which gives birth to a small flower group, and each small flower group consists of countless small flowers. The small flower is as small as jasmine, although it is not as strange as jasmine, it is also a faint fragrance. Every flower is so ordinary, together, it becomes an ocean of flowers, a kind of goose yellow that can light up your heart.

Wearing a yellow-green cotton and linen dress and a straw hat. I am free to walk in the alley of Huatian. After all, this flower field is ornamental and deliberately planted. This flower field is very marginal. It's like we temporarily put down a little business and stole this half-day leisure. However, this half-day leisure is also extremely valuable. At this moment, the soul came back, returned to nature, and returned to the endless world where only nature is. Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, let the breeze gently brush my long hair and face. At this moment, the fragrance of rape flowers fills my heart, and a large beautiful sea of flowers is reflected in front of my eyes. All the natural beauty is within reach. At this moment, I am no longer the mother, the woman who rides in high heels, the exhausted person who walks on the road of chasing dreams, and the person who has to think about many causes and effects in previous lives and is full of worries. At this moment, I became the girl who was hunched on her shoulders by her father and brothers, the girl who went to the movies with her sisters at night, and the purple and sweet greedy child who was picked by her mother in the garden that morning. When you are finished, you can appreciate nature with your heart and express yourself in the world and life with your pen.

Not far away, my family waved to me, and I saw my mother's white hair dancing on that yellow ocean like dandelion. I quickened my pace and walked to my mother.

Rape Flower Prose 4: Rape Flower on the Ridge

Time flies, the sun flies, how many people leave their homes to work outside, and how many people work hard for this job. A person's life, from birth, to the difficulty of study, to the success of career, may be very small in the universe, but will he spend a lot of time with his relatives?

How many times have I walked this ridge since I was sensible! The air is filled with the fragrance of rape flowers, and this familiar fragrance gives me different feelings every time. I remember when I was eight years old in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I caught a cold and my grandfather went to see a doctor behind my back. After this hurdle, the smell of rape blossoms came to my nose, and the smell seemed to be beating, which made me recover as soon as possible. I asked grandpa: What is this flower for? Grandpa replied: after flowering and fruiting, this fruit can squeeze rapeseed oil! Grandpa's words contain love for me, such as the warm care of the sunshine on this rape flower. I seem to understand, maybe I was just curious at that time. Four years later, I was in the sixth grade, but my grandfather was seriously ill and his body was getting thinner. At the age of twelve, I am still so confused. Every time my grandfather wants to get out of bed and go out for a walk, his illness is always so heartless. However, I just want to play, even if I don't help him. My grandfather didn't blame me. He didn't grow up until he died. Time has taught me a truth: the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. I began to blame myself slowly, to no avail.

During my college years, I often looked at a rustling rape flower on the ridge outside the dormitory balcony, and countless regretful flowers sprouted on the ridge. Time may have passed too fast. One year after graduation, I returned to my hometown in Anqing. After this hurdle, the rape flowers are still in full bloom as usual, but the one who once walked on the hurdle with her child on her back in the sun is nearly seventy years old. The family used to walk quietly here, and the disease took the old man away? Back? The adults standing on the ridge looked at the one in memory? Back? Disappeared on the ridge, his regret also spread in this rape flower.

I called my grandmother the other day, and I could hear from the phone that she was not as energetic as before. Now, I'm at the construction site, watching the rape flowers blooming on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my regret and pain can't be expressed in words. In the past, my illness took away my family, but this time it can't stop me from going home, so I often go home to have a look.

Full of yearning continues with the wrinkles on grandma's face, and the rape flowers on this ridge also continue in my heart! ! !