Now, it is the season when rape flowers are in full bloom.

A yellow sea of flowers,

Extending endlessly into the fields,

It seems that the end has come,

Reflecting the last ray of sunshine!

Flowers that the wind can't blow,

One by one,

A plank road full of fields.

Like a jumping grasshopper,

There is also a convenient obstacle.

The petals fluttered in the wind.

Falling petal by petal.

Like a rain of flowers,

Lost in the feelings of the years,

Covered with winding alleys.

Honey pickers are not only bees,

There are many insects that cannot be named.

They came smelling the fragrance,

They left with incense,

Time is full.

The colorful flowers are eye-catching,

Sticky pollen sticks all over the body.

I'm not a woman,

Not a dancer-

Just went for a walk in the field!