The sun in winter in the south is always warm, unlike in the north. Winter is coming, it's freezing and covered with snow and ice. Thanks to the sunshine this winter, the crops in the field are growing well. Under the blue sky and white clouds, rape can grow to 1 m, which is the season when rape is about to bloom. Rape fields are always connected into large pieces. Looking around, it is simply an ocean of rape flowers. The green world is full of rape flowers. The pale yellow sea of flowers will make your eyes turn involuntarily, make you feel energetic and make you feel high.
Walking on the path in the field, the rape flowers are colorful and swaying in the breeze, just like a girl's light song and dance, so lovely. The fields in winter are so beautiful at this moment: warm sunshine, golden color, intoxicating fragrance floating everywhere, and the fragrance of rape blossoms seeps into your heart and spleen, which makes you sing such a poem: Children chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, but there is nowhere to find it. Not far away came the cry of "twittering". Oh, there must be a beautiful rape finch resting in the vegetable field! Birds and flowers, what a charming sight!
In this golden field, parents' hopes are full. My parents have been farmers all their lives. How much sweat my parents shed in this beautiful field! I remember when I first started farming, my parents were only in their forties and were good at farm work. My parents dug three acres of land with hoes, and the rest haven't started yet. My family's fields have long been dug and intensively cultivated, and the harvest in one year is quite good. New grain squeezes old grain.
(4) At the end of 1980s, many people in the village began to go out to work, but their parents still stuck to the land, and rested at sunrise and sunset, facing the loess and facing the sky, flying over Dai Yue, planting spring seeds and autumn harvest. Year after year, the autumn wind whitened parents' sideburns, and the imprint of years was engraved on their faces, as if it was not long before their parents were seventy years old. They are still attached to the land under their feet. After the autumn harvest, they dug a ditch in the rice field, took out the mud in the ditch and put it on the soil moisture (shāng), scraped it flat and knocked it flat, then made a pond and planted rape in the autumn rain. Rapeseed tumbled in a pond covered with grass fertilizer. A week later, green rape seedlings emerged and looked around in the sun. This season is the busiest time for parents, just like taking care of babies. When the rape grows to a foot high, occasionally remove the excess rape. There are only three slender seedlings left in a pond, and it takes a week to plant an acre of rape field. Parents are old, and working in other places for a long time will inevitably lead to backache. They are holding a small stool, sitting on the stool with rapeseed, bending into an arch, wearing straw hats and busy with their hands in a pond. The sun shone warmly on me, and the wind opened his eyes wide, trying to open his hat brim and see the sweat on his parents' foreheads. Sweat dripped down the soil to get golden vegetable oil. It's hard to think about a porridge and a meal, but it's hard to keep thinking about it. After the rest of the rapeseed is eaten, it is watered with chemical fertilizer. When there are insects, a cycle is basically over. At this time, the frost-cold rapeseed grows better and better, and the longer it grows, the higher it is. Every time after breakfast, my father likes to go to the rape field with his hand behind his back and look down at the rape bent by frost. My father is always sunny. The bigger the frost, the better the growth of rape. "Snow is a good sign." It doesn't snow here in winter, and it is already the coldest season when it rains. It can be said that "first frost is a good year."
⑤ Before beginning of spring, when all kinds of flowers opened for the second time, the rape blossoms had already been irrepressible and covered with branches, and the whole field became a green ocean and a golden world of rape blossoms. Bees are buzzing around in the bean curd rape field. You stepped on this rape flower, I flapped my wings on stilts, and the yellow doodle pollen stuck to my feet. Rape taller than man is swaying in the spring breeze, showing its charm to people.
Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, parents' hard work and sweat finally paid off. The rape field is green and yellow, and the birds in the rape field are the happiest at this moment. The cry of "the lion is drunk" and "the lion is drunk" has been coming, and the long-lost birdsong has reached people's ears, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Mature rapeseed bent its branches and leaned on the ridge like a drunkard, waiting for the harvest, as if seeing the golden rapeseed oil gurgling from the oil press. Rape flowers absorbed the sweat of their parents and offered golden vegetable oil. Which parent in the world is not like this? It dedicated its life to children, dedicated its best youth to children, and worked hard for children, just like rape.
7. Walking on this country road, the breeze blows on your face, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When you see this green field, your mood also ripples with this green! Melodious melody rings in my ear: rows of green hills, rape blossoms everywhere, riding cattle slowly, covered with sunset glow, the clouds in the sky are white, the fish in the water are good, the shepherd's flute blows to the other side of the mountain, who is patting his hand, here is my home, here is my love.