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.
Rape Flower Essay 2: Rape Flower
When I came home from work, my heart relaxed. Facing the sunset in spring, I walked happily on my way home, bathed in the sunset glow and felt the comfort of the east wind. I didn't rush home, thinking it would be a shame for spring in the garden. I walked around the community, looked at the flowers in the community garden, breathed the breath of spring and enjoyed the gifts of spring.
When I walked to a farmland behind the residential area, the golden rape blossoms in Huang Chengcheng attracted me. They overlap and cover the whole country with flowers. The dazzling yellow color hit my heart. Each pole is inlaid with small flowers, standing quietly, just like a pure girl, with clean and simple clothes, bright eyes and beautiful eyes. Su Su is moving. A breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance. Bees, butterflies and unknown flying insects are busy shuttling among flowers. Behind this tall building, they are desperately growing and blooming beautifully in this open space. I have to feel that such an ordinary flower can actually glow with such exuberant vitality and touching power.
Every time I see golden rape blossoms, one after another, spreading all over the earth, it reminds me of Yang Wanli's poem: "The hedge is sparse and the path is deep, and the flowers at the top of the tree are not shaded." The children rushed to chase Huang Die, but there was nowhere to find broccoli. "I especially like the artistic conception of this poem. Every time I visit bloom, I will watch it, and a picture will flash across my mind. It was a picture of some naughty children catching butterflies and playing in golden rape flowers.
In this case, I can't help but recall what happened the year before last, which may be a blessing from luck. That year, I was arranged by my unit to visit a farm in the south. The farm is far from the city, surrounded by rape fields planted by villagers. Spring has come, the rape blossoms are blooming, and the mountains and plains are all golden. Fragrant flowers are everywhere, and every corner of the farm is fragrant and refreshing. My colleagues who travel with me like to write poems. It happened that he caught up with a group of children after school. Facing those young faces, he was very excited and imagined the scene of children chasing butterflies. The innocence and naivety of children will definitely be interpreted in the rape fields in rural areas. He couldn't help reciting an ancient poem, "The child ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, nowhere to be found ..." His enduring poetic voice drifted to the countryside with my thoughts. Wandering in the rape field, all this made me deeply immersed in that beauty and dream.
Children's butterflies flapped their wings in rape blossoms, showing innocence and loveliness. In the rural nature, what a cheerful and quiet picture of rural life. I have read the book A Dream of Red Mansions, and the most unforgettable plot in the book is "A Baochai pats a butterfly". According to the book, Xue Baochai crept behind the butterfly and followed it to the Didi Pavilion by the pool. "The fragrance is about to drip, and the breath is good." Although Baochai is steady and steady, she is a girl after all, and the innocent and lively interest of girls will naturally show up in her! But the article doesn't indicate what kind of flower it is, but I believe it must not be in rape, and the cauliflower of ordinary people will not be planted in the Grand View Garden. Jiafu is full of precious flowers, such as begonia, peony, plantain and so on. , watched by ladies and gentlemen. Baojie is also a "rich second generation" and will not go to rape fields to catch butterflies. She didn't forget fighting butterflies, framing Daiyu and framing others. Therefore, although Baochai is lively and moving, it is not as naive as Children Butterfly in Rape Flower, and Baochai lacks the rich and pure flavor of rural life.
The "Twelve Hairpins in Jinling" in A Dream of Red Mansions are all incarnations of precious flowers, and most of them are noble and beautiful, which is too far away from us ordinary people. I can only taste them from books. But in the countryside and fields, "children flapping butterflies" and playing in rape blossoms imply the life and tranquility of ordinary people's homes, which will happen around them. This fascinates me, lamenting that rape is the flower of us ordinary people. When rape blossoms open, it exudes a simple and natural country flavor. Smelling this rich floral fragrance, I was intoxicated by it, recalling a pastoral life and deep affection for rural land.
Rape Flower Prose 3: Rape Flower
The rape blossoms in March and the blooming Huang Cancan in southern Yuan Ye look like a beautiful oil painting from a distance, which makes people fall in love at first sight.
The first time I saw the sea of rape blossoms, I couldn't restrain my inner excitement and my face was full of smiles. It's like seeing a long-lost friend.
Hiding in the rape flower, close to the rape flower to appreciate its rich posture, when I look at it carefully, it also smiles at me, and the smile is filled with happiness on my cheek. At that moment, I forgot the right and wrong around me and the trivial mood.
Nature presents such a beautiful scenery in front of her eyes, must be to give a fresh pleasure to the hard-working life? Let life have a look back and a relaxed and comfortable empathy when passing by the beautiful scenery. At that moment, I remembered this sentence: "The best scenery in life is not at the end, but in the scenery that is walking now."
Instantaneous freshness and profundity will make you full of emotion and passion, and make you look at things with gratitude for everything. Rapeseed has activated the sleeping heart and added more life. Thank you for bringing me a deeper understanding of life.
Look carefully, only to know that its petals are composed of a Kobanawa and a small flower. Although that little flower is so weak, when it is gathered together, it is so powerful, plump, clear and refreshing, elegant without coquettish, exquisite without publicity.
It connects each petal together to form a life process. I can't help thinking about our life. Life is fragile in nature. Isn't the maturity accumulated in daily growth the process of life opening?
What a wonderful time to enjoy the scenery at the moment and let your heart settle in the comfort at the moment. How much time can life have? In this feeling, let go of all obstacles, let romance fly out of my mind, pose a pleasant posture, and let the beautiful moment last forever.
There are pods at the bottom of the rape flower. Before long, the rape flower will bid farewell to its brilliant self and move towards another stage. Everything, life, will rise and fall in this farewell and come to an end in the four seasons.
Beautiful rape flowers will stay in my mind and become the mark of storage, which will accompany me all my life. The charm of nature is a wonderful gift to life, because these beautiful scenery add fresh oxygen to the boring life.
Rape flowers will bloom all over the hillside next year. Perhaps, I will have a chance to see the golden flowering period and bring back joy.