Thirty years ago, I stood in front of the rape field, but I never thought about going all the way, just to see the rape.
Mother asked me, "What's so beautiful about rape blossoms? With the money to buy a plane ticket, you can grow a large piece of rapeseed. "
I smiled and didn't answer. Very interesting. Very nice. This mother doesn't understand, and her mother cares more about sesame and sesame oil.
Thirty years ago, I stood on the edge of a rape field and mowed the grass with a basket. On that day, the sky was vast and boundless, like the earth; The sunshine is full and golden, like rape blossoms.
A group of young people from the city are students, talking and laughing. The man was carrying a camera and a canvas bag. This woman is wearing a beautiful dress and a red scarf. When they saw the rape flowers in Huang Cancan, they expressed their feelings with exaggerated voices: "Wow-this rape flower is really beautiful! Beautiful! "
Where is the beauty of rape flowers? I wanted to ask, but I didn't. My eyes were fixed on their flowered skirts and red scarves. They are really beautiful! Much better than this rape flower. Only seen it in movies. I was twelve years old that year.
Also, the canvas bag on the man's back is military green, with a flip cover, a bright iron ring and a wide belt, which is safe and secure. Like my deskmate, I bought it from the store, while ours was made by my mother. Everyone watched with envy, and their eyes almost fell out. I once dreamed that I had a schoolbag, just like this.
A man is holding a black thing in his hand, facing a woman standing in a rape field. The woman's face is full of smiles, like a blooming rape flower, and her scarf is blown by the wind, like a butterfly taking off. I think that thing is a camera. I've seen it in the photo studio in town before, and I've seen it in movies.
They are expressing their feelings with sounds and actions. I wonder, is rape really that beautiful?
I look at the past: the sky is clear and blue, like a pool of water; Clouds are light and ethereal, like silk. Sunshine, like flashing gold, sprinkled on rape flowers, golden, spread all over the floor, has been spread to the horizon, vast and wanton, flourishing, like a melted sun, flowing and surging. ......
It's really beautiful, and there is no momentum in the city. It's just that people in my hometown have always regarded it as a crop, not a flower. Grandpa topdressing and weeding them. Rape flowers have drunk enough sweat. Grandpa really wants them to blossom, blossom and bloom again, so that they can bear full seeds and squeeze out clear oil to reward our thin-washed stomachs with clear soup.
At that time, I could not see flowers. Like grandpa, I think it's a crop, no different from corn sorghum.
There are swarms of bees buzzing and big butterflies dancing on the rape flowers. They look better than rape blossoms and attract me more. I made a circle with wicker, wrapped a thick spider web, left a long handle, took it, walked in the rape flowers, crawled close to the butterfly, and soon, the butterfly got stuck on the net. Sometimes, it can break through the clouds and fly to the blue sky, but it can't get through the net. However, to do all this, I have to take advantage of my grandfather's absence and step on any rape, so I will be scolded by my grandfather.
I used to stand on the ground and watch rape blossoms. All over the floor, like a rhubarb felt, boundless, flowing with wealth. In the countryside, gold is a rich color. I think, when will this wealth flow to my home? When will this rich color spread on grandpa's face and turn into a smile?
The season of harvesting rapeseed is grandpa's busiest day. Grandpa can't consider being tired. Looking at the shiny rapeseed, all he could think about was how to spend the rest except the agricultural tax to deal with the sun and the moon carefully. In grandpa's calculation, rape flower shook off its extravagance.
Grandpa grows rape every year, and his field also blooms rape every year. However, his face seldom smiles into rape blossoms.
It was a time when flowers were scarce.
Later, grandpa's face turned into rape, but grandpa stopped planting rape, and there was no rape in his hometown. The smell of the coking plant cut down the rape, and the soot masked the aroma of rape flowers.
The richness of rape blossoms withers in the fields, but blooms in the days of villagers.
Later, I didn't see a single rape flower in the village, not even my grandfather. That village is no longer the original village, and I am not the girl who catches butterflies in the rape field.
Grandpa who planted rape all his life, grandpa who planted rape flowers all his life, only knew that it could be used to extract oil, but he didn't know that it could be used for appreciation.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I can't see rape blossoms. My intestines are twisted into a rape flower, like a rape flower that has been sunburned for a long time. It is dry and uncomfortable. So I started thinking about rape. So, I watch rape everywhere.
First of all, around the town where I live, even if there are, there are very few small pieces, scattered like small flowers embroidered on the earth. Rape flower is different from other flowers, a single flower can bloom charming and a single flower can bloom coquetry. It must be large, large-scale, borderless, unimpeded and open to the horizon. This is a flower that needs to be held together and arranged in an array. It can bring out team spirit and collective temperament.
Other flowers are beautiful in a flower, but in a group, a group, a big group, the bigger the group, the more beautiful it is!
It is said that the rape flowers in Menyuan, Qinghai are beautiful and bloom late. July is summer vacation, so you must go and see them.
The rape flower of Menyuan is domineering! Millions of acres of plants, stretching for dozens of miles, Huang Cancan, Jin Shanshan, like a golden scroll spread at the foot of Qilian Mountain, natural and beautiful; Like a golden sea of flowers flowing in the western land, it is wanton and charming. When heaven and earth meet, gold in front of them and gold at the end are flashing and flowing. There is fragrance in the nose, sleeves and hair.
Looking at the flowers in my eyes, my heart will bloom into flowers; Smell the smell of the nose, and the days will be fragrant.
A trip to Qinghai is far away and will cost a lot of money, but I think it's worth it. Just like the rape flower in my memory, few rape flowers have such momentum and domineering now.
Wuyuan, Jiangxi, Hanzhong, Shaanxi and Jingmen, Hubei are also famous for their rape blossoms. I haven't been there, but I will definitely go in the future. I can't live without flowers and rape.
When writing these words, I thought of rape flowers in my hometown. They're gone. They're gone forever. I miss them, and I want to know when they will bloom again, all the way to the horizon.
I also thought of people. I hope they are rape flowers, holding them in groups, spreading them in pieces and arranging them in an array. At that time, the motherland was a rape flower, golden and rich.
Editor's comment:
"In order to find the spring ridge, clear light enters the eyes. Flowers bloom in the wind, dance in the wind, seeds are fragrant in the tripod and cooked in the tripod. " When the rape flowers were in full bloom, the author thought of himself standing in the rape field more than 30 years ago. A group of young people from cities, like students, saw the rape flowers in Huang Cancan and expressed their feelings with exaggerated voices without scruple: "Wow-this rape flower is really beautiful! Beautiful! " In the author's opinion, girls' flowered skirts and red scarves look much better than rape flowers. It turns out that beauty is around you, but I haven't noticed it. Golden rape blossoms spread all over the place and drove all the way to the horizon. This is grandpa's baby, and it is the season to harvest rapeseed, which makes grandpa's face smile. "Grandpa can't take care of fatigue, looking at shiny rapeseed, and only thinking about these rapeseed to pay agricultural tax." Later, the rape field in my hometown disappeared, and the smell of the coking plant masked the aroma of rape, which was regrettable. It is said that the rape flowers in Menyuan, Qinghai are very domineering, and the rape flowers in Wuyuan, Jiangxi, Hanzhong, Shaanxi and Jingmen, Hubei are very famous. You must go and see it. The language of the article is vivid, fresh and pleasant, from flowers to people, and the ending sublimates the theme, adding icing on the cake to the article. Therefore, people should be like rape flowers. "A single flower is not spring, and a hundred flowers bloom in spring." We should stick together in order to develop momentum and team spirit. It is worth reading carefully, and it is recommended to reward you!