Rape flower-gold (rewritten as metaphor)

Look, that large rape blossom is blooming in the bright sunshine. Looking from a distance, it seems that the gold on the ground is shining, like a golden pigment smearing the brilliance of heaven and earth, like a brocade on the horizon paving the glory of heaven. One by one, one by one, one by one, with a small yellow mouth. It seems that there is only this clean and pure color left between heaven and earth, which is spotless and makes people linger. I want to blend into the sea of flowers, run, sing, chase bees and butterflies and smell the flowers.