When the rapeseed flowers bloom, I go to see them. Near, far, and further away, in order to see the beauty and formation of rapeseed flowers, I took trains, drove, and even flew.

Thirty years ago, when I was standing in front of the rapeseed field, I would never have thought of going all the way to see the rapeseed flowers.

My mother asked me: "What's so good about rapeseed flowers? If you have enough money to buy a plane ticket, you can plant a large field of rapeseed."

I smiled faintly and didn't answer. It's interesting and beautiful. This mother doesn’t understand. Mother cares more about sesame seeds and sesame oil.

Thirty years ago, I stood beside a rapeseed field, carrying a basket to mow the grass. That day, the sky was very broad and boundless, like the earth; the sun was full and golden, like rapeseed flowers.

A group of young people from the city, looking like students, were laughing and joking. The man had a camera and a canvas schoolbag on his back, and the woman was wearing a beautiful dress and a red gauze scarf. When they saw the bright yellow rapeseed flowers, they used exaggerated voices and expressed emotions without any scruples: "Wow - these rapeseed flowers are so beautiful! They are so beautiful!"

What is so beautiful about rapeseed flowers? I wanted to ask, but didn't. My eyes were fixed on their floral skirts and red gauze scarves, they were so beautiful! It's much prettier than this rapeseed flower. I've only seen it in movies. That year, I was twelve years old.

Also, the canvas schoolbag on the man’s back is military green, with the lid flipped open, a bright iron ring, and a wide strap inserted securely. Like the ones at my table, they were bought from the store, but ours were made by my mother. Everyone looked at it with envy, their eyes almost popped out. I once dreamed that I had a schoolbag that was exactly like this one.

A man was holding a black object in his hand, facing a woman standing in the rape field, and the woman’s face was full of smiles, like blooming rape flowers. , the gauze scarf was blown by the wind, like a butterfly taking off. I thought that thing was a camera. I had seen it before in photo studios in town and in movies.

They are expressing emotions, using sounds and movements. I wonder, are rapeseed flowers really that beautiful?

I looked over: the sky was clear and blue, like a puddle of water; the clouds were light, misty, and silky. The sunshine is like shining gold, shining on the rapeseed flowers. The golden color spreads all over the ground and reaches the horizon. It is powerful and wanton, vigorous and lush, like the melted sun, flowing and surging... ..

It is indeed beautiful, and that kind of momentum cannot be found in the city. It’s just that people in my hometown have always grown it as a crop, not a flower. Grandpa top-dressed them and weeded them. The rapeseed flowers drank up his sweat. Grandpa really wanted them to bloom, full of flowers, full of flowers, so that they could produce full seeds and squeeze out clear oil, so that we could be washed with clear soup and little water. Clear stomach.

At that time, I didn’t know how to look at flowers. Like my grandfather, I think it is a crop, no different from corn or sorghum.

There are swarms of bees on the rapeseed flowers, buzzing, and there are also large butterflies with dancing wings. They are more beautiful and attractive to me than the rapeseed flowers. I made a circle with wicker, wrapped it with a thick layer of spider web, and left a long handle. Holding it, I walked among the rapeseed flowers and tiptoed close to the butterfly. In one quick move, the butterfly was stuck to the web. . Sometimes, it can break through the clouds and fly into the blue sky, but it cannot pass through a net. But, to do all this, I have to take advantage of my grandfather's absence. If I step on any rapeseed plant, I will be scolded by my grandfather.

I also stood on the ground and looked at the rapeseed flowers. The ground is covered with a large yellow felt, boundless and flowing with wealth and nobility. Gold is the color of wealth in the countryside. I just thought, when will this wealth flow into my home? When will this wealth and glory spread on Grandpa's face and turn into a smile?

The harvesting season of rapeseed is the busiest day for grandpa. He doesn’t care about being tired. He looks at the shiny rapeseeds and just thinks in his heart. After paying the agricultural tax on these rapeseeds, how to calculate the remaining part carefully? Deal with the sun and the moon. In Grandpa's calculation, the rapeseed flower shook off its nobility.

Grandpa grows rapeseed every year, and rapeseed flowers bloom in my grandfather’s land every year. However, my grandfather’s face rarely smiles like rapeseed flowers.

It was an era that lacked flowers.

Later, the smile on Grandpa’s face turned into a rapeseed flower, but if Grandpa didn’t plant rapeseed flowers anymore, there would be no rapeseed flowers on the land in his hometown.

The smell of the coking plant cut down the rapeseed, and the smell of coal smoke covered the aroma of the rapeseed flowers.

The richness of the rapeseed flowers has withered in the fields, but it blooms in the lives of the villagers.

Later, I never saw a rapeseed flower in the village. I couldn’t even see my grandfather. The village was no longer the same village. I was not the girl who caught butterflies in the rapeseed field. .

The grandfather who has been growing rapeseed all his life, and the grandfather who has been tending rapeseed flowers all his life, only knows that it is used to extract oil, but he does not know that it can also be used to reward flowers.

Every time I go back to my hometown, there are no rapeseed flowers. My intestines twist into a rapeseed flower, like a rapeseed flower that has been dry for a long time and has been exposed to the sun, making it dry and uncomfortable. So, I started thinking about rapeseed flowers. So, I looked at rapeseed flowers everywhere.

First of all, there are very few around the small town where I live. Even if there are, they are small patches, dotted here and there, like small flowers embroidered on the ground. Rapeseed flowers are not like other flowers. A single flower can bloom with charm and charm. It must be large, large-scale, borderless, unobstructed, open all the way to the horizon, only then is it good. This is a kind of flower that needs to be hugged and arranged in a formation. It can bloom team spirit and collective temperament.

Other flowers are beautiful in their individual flowers, but their beauty lies in the group, a group, a large group, the bigger the group, the more beautiful it is!

It is said that the rapeseed flowers in Menyuan, Qinghai Province are beautiful and bloom late. It is summer vacation in July, so you must go and see them.

Menyuan’s rapeseed flowers are domineering! There are millions of acres of plants, stretching for tens of miles, yellow and shining, like the golden scroll spread at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, natural and beautiful; like the sea of ??golden flowers flowing on the western land, flourishing wantonly and charming. The sky and the earth are connected, there is gold in front of you, there is gold at the end, everything is shining and flowing. It smells good in your nose, in your sleeves, and in your hair.

Looking at the flowers in your eyes, your heart will blossom into flowers; smelling the fragrance in your nose, your days will be fragrant.

A trip to Qinghai is far away and costs a lot of money, but I think it’s worth it. It looks like the rapeseed flower in my memory. Nowadays, there are very few rapeseed flowers with such momentum and dominance.

Wuyuan in Jiangxi, Hanzhong in Shaanxi, and Jingmen in Hubei are also very famous for their rapeseed flowers. I have never been there, but I will definitely go there in the future. I cannot live without flowers or rapeseed flowers.

When I wrote these words, I thought of the rapeseed flowers in my hometown. They are gone and will never be gone. I miss them and when they will bloom again, all the time. Open to the horizon.

I also thought about people, hoping that they are rapeseed flowers, hugging together, blooming into pieces, and forming an array. At that time, the motherland was like a field of rapeseed flowers, golden and full of wealth and nobility.

Editor’s comment:

“As we walk up the ridge in search of spring traces, a little bit of sunshine comes into our eyes. The flowers bloom romantically and dance in the wind, and the seeds are fragrant and cooked in the cauldron.” The rapeseed flowers are in bloom. During the season, the author thought of himself standing in a rapeseed field more than thirty years ago. A group of young people from the city, who looked like students, saw the yellow rapeseed flowers. They expressed their emotions in exaggerated voices without any scruples: "Wow - these rapeseed flowers are so beautiful! So beautiful!" In the author's opinion, The girls’ floral skirts and red gauze scarves are much more beautiful than the rapeseed flowers. It turns out that beauty is all around me, but I have never noticed it. Golden rapeseed flowers spread all over the ground, blooming all the way to the horizon. This is grandpa’s treasure. During the harvesting season of rapeseed, grandpa’s face lights up with a smile. "Grandpa didn't care about being tired. He looked at the shiny rapeseeds and just thought in his heart. Apart from paying agricultural taxes, these rapeseeds disappeared." Later, the rapeseed fields in my hometown disappeared, and the smell of the coking plant blocked the aroma of the rapeseed, which made people feel sad. Pity. I heard that the rapeseed flowers in Menyuan, Qinghai are domineering, and the rapeseed flowers in Wuyuan, Jiangxi, Hanzhong, Shaanxi, and Jingmen, Hubei are famous. You must go and take a look. The language of the article is lively, fresh and pleasant, from flowers to people, and the theme is sublimated at the end, making the article even better. From this, I thought that people should be like rapeseed flowers. "One flower blooming alone is not spring, but a hundred flowers blooming together fill the garden." People should be hugged together to develop momentum and team spirit. It’s worth a cup of tea and careful reading, and I highly recommend it and give it a ***!