Once upon a time, there was a golden meadow in front of a child's window. His mom and dad said the grass was so beautiful that one day the two children picked a dandelion from the grass and blew it around. Once, when the sun came out, the dandelion was green when the child went out to play. In the afternoon, when the boy came back, the dandelion was golden again. In the evening, the child went into the meadow again to look closely, and the meadow turned green again. The grass is like our little hands. I will never pick dandelions again.
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There is a very large meadow in front of my house where there are lots of dandelions. At noon the grass becomes golden, but in the afternoon the grass becomes green. In the evening people come out for a walk and see that the grass has become green again, and when they come closer, they see that early in the morning the leaves of the dandelions close up the yellow color; and at noon the leaves of the dandelions open up and give out a golden light, and so the grass becomes golden; and in the afternoon the leaves of the dandelions close up. In the afternoon, the dandelion's leaves close up, I think it collects the colors so that the next day it can spread the beautiful colors more fully. The dandelion's flowers look like clouds of cotton from a distance!
The most conspicuous thing in the field is the rapeseed flower, whose tender yellow color attracts butterflies and bees to flutter back and forth at the edge of the flower, busy. We scurried around in the canola fields, running around with nets to catch the colorful butterflies.
The fields in the countryside are colorful and beautiful, bringing us infinite joy.