In early winter, the farmer's uncle scattered rape seeds in the cultivated fields, covered them with a thick layer of soil, and then fertilized and watered them. When everything was finished, he quietly waited for the rape seedlings to break ground and come out. In two weeks at most, buds will grow in the field, with yellow stems and green leaves. It's tender! As long as you touch it gently, it will break. In a few weeks, it seemed as if things had suddenly happened. It actually grew twenty or thirty centimeters, and its leaves were bigger than an adult's palm. The color has also changed, covered in green, and the fat stems are covered with a layer of foundation cream for mom, which is white and beautiful.
Spring has come, and before I know it, the rape seedling is taller than me, and I know it is going to bloom! The top of the twig is covered with round buds, just like round green pearls, and the stem is as thick as my wrist. Oh dear! You'd never think that it has changed so much quietly. The small bud changed from a grain of rice to a pea, chubby and full. Gradually, its green dress was torn and its golden color flashed. Ah! It's blossoming! It really blossomed! All the rapes are in full bloom! One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another. At present, there is a golden color, and a thick aroma comes to my face, which makes people feel refreshed. Looking around, on the hillside and in the fields, a large area is full of yes, it is simply a golden world, which makes you wonder if you have entered a magnificent palace. Tell you, don't linger, the' fragrance of rape blossoms is too strong, and it will give you a headache if you smell it for a long time! However, some people are not afraid. Do you know who it is? Look up and you will know that thousands of bees and butterflies are buzzing on the flowers, and they are competing to dance on the flowers. Close your eyes, as if piles of rapeseed are waiting to be pressed into golden vegetable oil. Ah, I have smelled the fragrance of vegetable oil, and I also smell the fragrance of egg rice fried with vegetable oil ...
I love rape in my hometown because it is beautiful; I love rape flowers in my hometown, because its beauty adds color to my hometown; I love rape in my hometown, and because it has made contributions to people with itself.
600-word composition of rape flowers in my hometown The rape flowers in my hometown have passed in the second day of junior high school, but it's a pity that I haven't seen them again this year. That golden color is always lingering in my mind and rippling in my heart, which I can't forget for a long time. I can still dream about them often.
How many days, my good friends and I chased and played among the blooming flowers, and circled around a large sea of flowers with butterflies and bees; How many days have we been lying on the green ridge enjoying the breeze blowing slowly across our cheeks, listening to the buzzing of bees, admiring the roots and leaves of rape flowers from bottom to top, and watching the clouds bypass their branches? How comfortable we were at that time!
Rape flower is my familiar and favorite flower, and its appearance is extremely ordinary. It has no layered petals, changeable posture and strange colors like roses and peonies. They are just yellow from beginning to end, so full of youthful yellow, as if the sunshine had settled down and settled on the tips of thin petals. The four petals of rape flower neatly surround the stamen, showing a simple personality. Petals are very delicate and have fine lines, which no skilled sculptor can carve. The middle stamens are bent together, as if whispering. It has thick roots and dense leaves, and it is as simple and rough as the farmers who planted them.
The fragrance of rape flowers is unique. Pick up a flower, and the faint fragrance will linger on the tip of your nose and overflow from the stamen, so that you can't help but put your nose forward and put it together again. When you touch a thin stamen, you will be dyed yellow nose by pollen. The breeze blew, and the golden fragrance flooded in, making you take a greedy breath. Ah, the warm fragrance lingered on your teeth and made your throat sweet. Beekeepers come here every time they come to bloom. They will keep a lot of people busy among the flowers, so bees and butterflies come and go around the flowers for a long time. They are also drunk by the smell.
Rape flowers in my hometown, even if I can't see you, even if I can't find that pleasant feeling again, when I close my eyes, you are always in full bloom in my heart, emitting a faint fragrance ...
Let me be drunk for you in the distance and in my heart, drunk for you ...
Chapter 3: 600-word composition of rape flowers in my hometown Because of my study, I can only go back to my father's hometown every winter and summer vacation and some important festivals, but the picture of "Golden Flower in the City" always appears in my mind, but it is so clear and vivid.
When I say "golden armor", I don't mean the armor made of gold, but the rape flowers that are blooming all over the mountains. Spring is the most beautiful time in my hometown.
People in my hometown love to grow rape because it is highly practical. In winter and early spring, rape seedlings are an indispensable dish on the dining table. They are green and green, which makes people drool. Eat a few, fresh and sweet. After bloom, the rapeseed can be pressed for oil when it is ripe, and the dishes fried with rapeseed oil have an attractive fragrance.
What I like best is the season in bloom. Rape flowers look lovely, and small flowers are like little golden bells. By the time the rape blossoms are in full bloom, patches of rape fields have become a golden ocean, so bright in the sun. As soon as the wind blows, layers of flowers come and go, and one layer comes to you, which makes people dizzy and I don't know where I am. Sometimes, there are one or two small flowers scattered on the grass. If you don't look carefully, you will think that a few little Huang Die are playing hide-and-seek with you.
One side of the soil and water raised one side, and the hometown raised simple and hardworking people like grandparents. Grandparents prefer the living environment in their hometown, so they refuse to move into our home in the city and continue to enjoy the rural life of various vegetables and raising chickens in their hometown.
Every time I visit them in my hometown, I will find great changes in my hometown. There are more shopping malls in the town, a big park has been built by the lake, a music fountain has been installed, and a new tiger garden has been built on the mountain behind ... I asked my mother why my hometown has changed so much. Mom said that it was the spring breeze of beautiful countryside construction that blew us here.
Every time I go back to my hometown with my parents, I feel very happy. Because usually, only my mother and I are at home, and my father comes back late because of work, and the home is deserted. But when I got to my hometown, my whole family got together, or went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, or went fishing in the pond together, or ate and chatted around the table, and I felt more at home.
Grandparents are even happier, because we are all very filial, and we will go back to see them whenever we have time, and our parents will help us cook together. Whenever they ask me about my life and study, I will never tire of telling all kinds of interesting trivial things. From time to time, they laugh happily.
My hometown is still green and green, but various living facilities are getting better and better. The big shopping malls in the town are as rich in food as the supermarkets in the city. When we go to see grandpa and grandma, we will deliberately detour through here, stop for a while and choose something they like to eat. For such a long time, the road in front of the shopping mall has become our only way. I think this is not only the way back to my hometown, but also a filial piety.
I love that beautiful rape flower, I love my grandparents, and I love my happy family full of love.
600-word composition of rape flowers in my hometown My hometown is famous for rape flowers. As soon as spring arrives, the countryside and fields look everywhere, and pedestrians are staggered by surprise, and their frozen hearts begin to pick up: Hey, it's spring!
Look at the erect rape flowers, some of which have just propped up the flowers and bones, and some have already bloomed happily. The green and tall stems, dancing leisurely with the breeze, are the new purity that only exists in spring. With a touch of sunshine, the green will shine, and the ethereal bird songs that connect the ears are also green. With a gentle turn, the green will drip down. The most eye-catching thing is the golden crown on her head. From a distance, I can see that bright golden yellow is smiling at you in the breeze, and it shines straight into people's hearts-this is the full bloom of her life. The noise around her suddenly lightened and faded, all of which became her background.
What is even more impressive is her appearance. Needless to say, there are one or two rape blossoms in the flower beds, along the roads, and even in the most inconspicuous corners-her home is where there is water and sunshine.
However, it is precisely because of her happy-go-lucky vitality that old people often say: cauliflower is cheap, too much, too much. As the saying goes, things are rare, so rape flowers are naturally looked down upon. Her golden flowers and green stems are often ignored, and even trampled by children as objects of splashing.
Seeds are used to extract oil, and straw is burned as waste, ending the course of life.
Is she sad? Perhaps no one noticed, her amazing vitality will not be impressed by these setbacks. The roots here are uprooted, and the flowers continue to bloom there. The same flowers are brilliant, the same charm is graceful, the same fullness is full, and the same optimism is warm. Every life, every blooming, she will take the earth as a stage, unambiguously and generously, showing her vitality to the world. This is a kind of full bloom, such as a blowout, such as a spring, burning the only life to the fullest. You treat her like a wild girl, but she treats herself like a princess, singing and dancing alone in the breeze and blooming her life.
I think, life must be like rape, not constrained by trivial matters, always optimistic, and live a free, happy and hearty life.
600-word composition of rape flowers in my hometown Spring is the world of rape flowers and a beautiful scenery in spring.
Every time the rape blossoms, people invariably come to the suburbs to enjoy the beautiful rape blossoms, but people always choose a sunny day, which can be regarded as a warm spring day in bloom. This time, I had a special experience. In the continuous spring rain, I saw different rape blossoms.
Rape flowers in the rain are the most beautiful. There are many small golden flowers on each stem, which form a big flower ball and are stacked layer by layer. The flower ball is hung with rain beads and passes through the rape field. The rain falls on the body with the fragrance of rape flowers and petals, just like the stars in the sky embedded in the body, shining with golden light, and the body is also stained with a touch of rape flowers.
Rape flowers in the rain are not competing to show themselves like those in sunny days. Some flowers are bent down by the rain; Some greet me with bright smiles; Some are too shy to open half a small face; Some hide their faces shyly for fear of being seen.
Rape flower is the brightest golden yellow. The golden color is like the sunshine, which warms people's cold hearts. When I walk in the flower field in the rain, I don't feel cold. It seems that every little flower is a small sun, which warms me. As soon as the wind blows, it blows golden waves and surrounds me in the golden sea of flowers, unable to extricate myself.
Although rape flower is not as noble as peony, nor as fragrant as lily, nor as gorgeous as rose, it is so tenacious. In late autumn, people sow seeds, and after the baptism of cold winter, they bloom the most beautiful themselves in early spring, giving birth to full fruits, so people can not only enjoy flowers, but also taste fragrant rapeseed oil.
The same is true of people. You don't need to be beautiful or rich. What matters is whether you make a contribution to society. If you are like a flower growing up in a greenhouse, you must not be self-reliant, can't stand the wind and rain, and beauty is only temporary. We should be like rape, although ordinary, but it has survived the ups and downs, giving birth to the most full fruit.
I love rape, its golden color and its tenacity.