Whether you are in school or in society, we have written essays, essays are the transition from internal to external speech, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the form of external language. So how do you go about writing an essay? The following is a selection of 10 canola flower essays that I have organized for you, welcome to read and collect.
Rapeseed Flower Essay Selected 10 1Saturday morning, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. I went to my aunt's house in the countryside. As soon as I got out of the car, I was surrounded by a faint fragrance. Raise your head and look, a golden yellow, like a layer of golden carpet to the earth, stretching into the distance, all the way to the sky, vegetables and sky are connected, it is really beautiful.
I was eager to go to the edge of the field, gradually close to the gradual fragrance, to the front, the fragrance of the nose, refreshing the spleen! Look carefully, canola flowers in different forms, some just open, golden petals shining; some have long been open, petals fell, stamens a little green; there are buds waiting to be released [Note: describes the shape of the flowers will be open. It is also a metaphor for a young girl who will come of age].
There are so many flowers. There are quite a few branches on each rape plant, and branches give birth to branches, and branches give birth to branches, and each branch is full of flowers. Bend down and look, the cauliflower countless [Note: can not count the number. It describes a lot of them]. The flowers are so numerous that it is impossible to count them. Suddenly, a flower butterfly flew, a fly, a drop, excitedly playing.
The spring breeze blows, cauliflower shaking, as if full of gold flow. I suddenly felt as if I had become a beautiful rapeseed flower, wearing a golden yellow dress, standing in the field full of sunshine. As the spring breeze blew gently by my sister, I danced with my golden-colored dress and floated with the wind, not only "I" one, but all the canola flowers were dancing. The wind stopped, I stopped dancing, stood there quietly, bees flew over, tell me the joy of labor, butterflies scattered pollen around "me", tell me the message of spring ......
After a while, I remembered that I was not a rape flower, I was enjoying the flowers. I was enjoying the flowers. The countryside is a pleasant place to be.
The sunniest day of the year is the most cheerful time of the year for the rape flowers to bloom, and the fields are showing their heart-warming smiles, making the sky and the earth present a joyful and peaceful atmosphere. Looking from afar, everywhere is the delightful golden color, that is the beautiful hope of the farmers, but also the natural flow of the earth's poetic feelings. Nearby to see, a cauliflower bloom spirit, stems and leaves tender to drip out of the water, like a cute child's fingers. Some of the flowers on the head have bloomed, some half-open half-open, some still flower buds, all the cauliflower posture is different, but has the same sweet smile, it is this staggering, a thousand forms of cauliflower, only written into the spring of the most wonderful a wonderful article.
Cauliflower yellow, butterfly white, always reserved spring by the cauliflower set off brightly, the breeze blew leisurely, so that people immersed in the fields of laughter, the mood has become great. Early morning sun squinting, still doing a thousand years hard to wake up the spring dream, is the spring sleep? Or is it a spring dream? Yes, intoxicated in the absolute beauty of this earthly scene, who do not want to wake up early. Willow branches in the distance to who beckon, follow its gesture to see, surprisingly see the road is yellow, the tree is yellow, even the sky, seems to become as dazzling as gold dazzling. Children singing cheerful children's songs to go to school, their songs are also full of cauliflower fragrance, soft footsteps step broken round dewdrops. Does it hurt? No, the dewdrops instantly into the warmth of the spring soil embrace, in the cauliflower under the cover to restart another good dream.
The chirping of the larks spread out and covered the whole field, and the children's footsteps stayed on the ridge, making the earth also become innocent and rosy. The most happy are those flying butterflies, wrongly regarded the cauliflower as their own sweetheart, in the flowers forget to play. Cauliflower shy, pursed lips snickering, cold body soon became hot, infected cluster together brothers and sisters. The old farmer walking on the ridge smiled slightly, the deep wrinkles inside the story of how many hidden ah. Sadness or joy, forgetfulness or disillusionment, the loyal dog behind him, followed step by step, picking up the pieces of words dropped by their masters at any time.
All over the world is golden, this is the color of hope, this is life in rhythm. The flavor of rapeseed flowers bees know, these hard-working beings, pouring their lives trying to spring the most beautiful and fragrant moments brewed into honey, flowing in the source of life, sweet in the heart of the spring, smiling in the courtyard of the farmhouse.
Rapeseed blossoms laugh at the spring breeze, the spring breeze is also smiling, it laughs at the beautiful world, laughs at the warmth of the earth, laughs at the charming sea of flowers, laughs at the quiet village, laughs at the spring rains without sorrow, laughs at the carefree birds. In the distance there are three or two tourists, intoxicated in the depths of the cauliflower, the most beautiful little girl, the camera shutter flashed, she has smiled into a brilliant rape flowers.
Canola Essay Selected 10 3Dear students, do you know what my favorite plant is? Tell you what, it is the beautiful canola. I think it is the "small gold in plants".
Early in the morning, I went to the field to play. Just as I approached, I smelled a fragrance. Look up, the green fields covered with a large golden soft carpet, it turned out, that is the rapeseed flowers bloomed. I was y attracted, and immediately ran there.
Approaching a look, so charming rape flowers ah! The straight canola poles are covered with large and large canola leaves. The pole is green, the leaves are also green, this layer of lovely green, but also covered with a layer of white frost. At the top of the pole was a large bunch of yellow flowers. These flowers are one, two, three ...... they are neatly lined up around the pole, so lively and cheerful!
A closer look, the flowers have opened a lot. Some all unfolded, revealing a few small golden stamens. There are only two or three petals, like a little girl to cover up. There are still flower bones, looks full like to break like. So many canola flowers, one has a posture, look at this one is very beautiful, look at that one is also very beautiful. They are crowded, glorious, as if for the vegetable pole with a huge golden crown. If you look at a piece of rapeseed flowers in front of you as a large living painting, the painter's skill is really amazing!
I suddenly feel as if I am a rape flower, I follow the other rape flowers together, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, *** with the earth to add golden color.
The cauliflower is not only beautiful, but also selfless for people. It put the vegetable pole to people as firewood. It is dedicated to the leaves of people to do pig food, it is the gorgeous flowers dedicated to people to enjoy, its fruit, but also dedicated to the people to do vegetable oil, so that everyone can eat a fragrant meal. It is really worthy of the plant in the "small gold" ah! This is my favorite plant friend - canola. Dear friends, do you like it?
Strolling in the city, the buildings rise up, leaving only the castle made of reinforced concrete. Asphalt and cement cover the ground, making people a little breathless.
The city in front of me is only a hustle and bustle, people wooden. I was walking, suddenly, in front of my eyes, but jumped over a bright color, a gray city with a completely different bright color.
I walked around the buildings and approached the bright yellow color. It's a vacant lot, but it's in ruins due to demolition. There is rubble all over the place and the soil is not fertile, however, this yellow color is spreading here without any concern, and it has become a field of rapeseed flowers. The further you go, the more brilliant and beautiful the yellow color becomes. Close to the moment, the whole world seems to be dyed in golden yellow, full of yellow eyes, the whole person as being injected with infinite vitality, really want to jump up, lying in it.
Rapeseed flowers are not much, just a few dozen square meters or so, but also very beautiful. The canola is like a lively girl, grouped together, laughing and chasing. They hold a small golden umbrella, in the field carefree chase, noisy, noisy, laughing ...... they a cluster, a group, squeezed one by one, hot, dashing, even into a river, sink into the sea, leaving a golden footprint in the grass.
A gust of wind blew, gently brushed the rapeseed flowers, in an instant, this place has become a sea of gold. Every flower is swaying with the wind, flooding waves and waves of golden yellow flowers. The sunlight pours down, enveloping the rapeseed flowers, giving them a golden outline, flooding them with a faint golden color, coloring the edge of the sky with a touch of gold ......
The wind blew, and the originally not strong fragrance diffused,, swirling in the air, with the wet smell of the soil, drifting into the nostrils, as with the countryside tone of the Ditty, plain and simple, but with a touch of flavor, echoing in the ears, bringing a unique feeling. The elegant fragrance, like a clear spring, roamed through my heart, washing away all the boredom.
Pick a canola flower, carefully scrutinize, probably will not have a simpler flower than it, four small petals, arranged in a cross shape, the flower pieces like rice paper, tender yellow and thin, they are around a cluster of stamens, like the masterpiece of the spring girl carved and refined. Leaves on the flowers, some all open, revealing the delicate stamen, like a doll is laughing; some of the head of the flowers covered, such as a shy little girl, unwilling to show their golden face; some or flower buds, hanging on the branch pole to me nodding, smiling. Each canola flower is so full, each small flower is so brilliant, they are showing their life in the brightest colors.
Walking in the city for a long time, it is inevitable that people have some indifference, some numbness, but this small piece of rapeseed, but as an innocent child, walking through the city, so that the city also has a few points of vitality, to the city to bring the taste of the grass, perhaps it is not famous, and not enchanting, but it is simple, elegant, grounded, so that there is a sense of returning to the basics, so that it seems to have been the enthusiasm of the people, Simplicity is infected.
I looked at the canola flowers in front of me, watching them sway, dancing, smelling the fragrance, I can not help but be intoxicated ......
Canola Essay Selected 10 5The biting cold wind has not yet dispersed from people's hearts, the material rain has wet the lapels of pedestrians. And the hometown of the fields, canola flowers have been covered, to help the thick spring break free from the prison of the solemnity.
There is no better way to see rapeseed flowers than on a clear day with a clear heart.
As far as the eye can see, a large area of golden yellow warmly extends into the distance, as vast as the ocean, do not see its beginning and do not see its end. Warm wind like wine, mixed with wisps of fragrance, from the sea of flowers brushed, all of a sudden, only to feel the whole field of flowers are growing and flowing up. Flower branches like e, swaying; flower light like cheeks, gorgeous. Just a head, already do not feel the eyes sound intoxicated. At this time, I want to put a word to describe can not be, about as the king of Dong'a dream when first met Luoshen also. That magnificent momentum, can not help but remind people of Huang Chao's poem: the city is full of gold armor.
Following a secluded path, I walked on the ridge between the flowers. In front of a rapeseed flower, stop and scrutinize, you will also be for such a small ordinary flower amazing. The brilliant yellow petals, without a trace of impurity, uniformly the stamen ring up, a cluster, a clump, constituting the field of the most beautiful spring neon dress. Some of the petals are still retained drops of morning dew, as if accidentally spilled jade liquid agar, for the flowers to add a point of aura. Every flower in the field, as if at any time may be transformed into a yellow butterfly, I do not know whether it will be mischievous children noticed, rushed to catch up with the yellow butterfly hurriedly perched in the bushes, disappeared. The first thing you need to do is to get your feet wet and get a head of petals, counting the flowers, and then get all the fragrance.
The people who appreciate the flowers are gradually more and more. Groups of tourists, in the field shuttle, to this magnificent painting added a lot of bright colors. Or play and chase in the field above, or calmly sitting between the flowers, all the people and this rape flowers as smiling smile - the unity of heaven and man, calm and self-satisfied, this is what it is called?
Not far away, there is a small village covered by rapeseed flowers. A man carrying a large bag on the village road walking alone - probably a homecoming traveler it - a few years or decades ago, he left this his beloved land, then send him off, is not this mountain rapeseed flowers? How many springs, rape flowers like crazy longing, roaming over the fields and all the night, how many nights, looking at a round of the waning moon, guarding a lonely lamp, a sleepless night, the heart of the village full of spring. And now, to meet him, the same is this golden rapeseed flowers - this sweeping heaven and earth gracious, "year after year the flowers are similar, year after year the people are different." Can I borrow a wisp of spring wind, pick up the fragrance of a canola flower, help me to greet his family is well?
God bird's-eye view of all this, and each canola flower whispering rain spit out their own happy mood - the sun is more and more bright up, in the sea of rapeseed flowers in the I also smile in the bush.
This year, the rapeseed flowers bloomed again, and the person is no longer there.
As far as I can remember, my grandmother treated me like a treasure in the palm of her hand. The relationship between my grandmother and me can be called a "generation pro", but also "extra pro". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer.
Today I was entrusted by my grandmother to play the role of a shepherd boy. On the way forward, grandmother's kind face, amiable tone, as far as I am concerned, as if that is the first ray of sunshine that really belongs to me. My heart is still apprehensive and uneasy, but in order not to let Grandma disappointed, I had to clutch the rope, the soles of the feet stepped on a little wet mud road, listening to the calf's "moo" sound, and Grandma holding the cow leisurely slow pace.
When we arrived at our destination, we were greeted by a rolling green wave, accompanied by a verdant bamboo forest. I was already uneasy. It seems to be able to feel the situation is not good, seemingly docile cattle, in the foot slippery but a sudden change in temperament, become crazy, as violent jumping up and down, in the face of this scene, I have been at a loss for words, only to ask for help from Grandma. Grandma calmly said: "Missy, don't be afraid, grandma in it, grandma to pull it back." Grandma's words filled my heart with hope, but I could not bear to risk my grandmother, so I grabbed in front of my grandmother to stop her, and let her guide me to do it, she began to be uneasy, but saw my resolute look and agreed. Grandma calmly said: "Do not follow too closely, and so the cattle slowed down, and then slowly pull the rope ......" However, my heart is too nervous, the cattle are too "stubborn", the rope once again from the hand! The rope slipped out of my hand again. Grandma had not yet done it herself. She encouraged me and guided me on how to do it, "Don't be afraid, Grandma is here. Under the guidance of my grandmother, I first approached the cow gently, and then gently stroked the cow's back with my hand, waiting for the cow to be a little more obedient, and then went to pull the cow rope, and in this way, I succeeded in taming the cow! I was happy in my heart, my eyes looked at my grandmother. Grandma laughed out loud, and her smile was as bright as the rapeseed flowers blooming in the distant mountains. The hydrangea-shaped rape flowers in the sunshine, swaying with the wind, reflecting the golden light.
One year later, in early spring, our family went to visit our grandmother in the spring. At that time, the canola flowers on the way were smilingly blooming again. Grandma may be old and sick, hunched over, legs and feet are more and more difficult to walk on crutches, very difficult. But when she saw us, she had no pain on her face. Face overflowing with all the joy and indescribable smile. It's obviously the beginning of spring, but my heart is a bit "cool".
Grandma's love may be very simple, but the care she gave me and that special experience, I y remember: to solve the problem, only by themselves.
This year's spring, again see the rapeseed flowers bloom, but the old man is no longer there. I can't help but see the flowers blossoming and shedding, but my nostalgia for my grandmother will never change.
Today, the sun is melting and the warm wind is blowing, which is a good day for trekking. In the afternoon, my father drove my mom and me to Tangwan in a small car to watch the rapeseed flowers.
Along the way, the birds wonderful song, sang me and spring visitors relaxed and happy mood. The vehicles on the road to watch the rape flowers come and go, endless.
Nearby! Nearby! I opened the window, into the eyes of a large and large canola field. You see, that a piece of rape leaves and fat and tender green, that a piece of rape flowers golden golden, in the sunlight shining, as if in the wink to us. This is really a sea of flowers! They are standing, crowded, neat and tidy, leaving no gap.
Get out of the car, heh, watching the rapeseed flowers is really a lot of people! Some of them to the rapeseed photography, share to the circle of friends; some put out a variety of pose and rapeseed flowers to take pictures of souvenirs; some in the rapeseed field of the trail leisurely stroll. Groups of small children were cheering, running and playing in the field. My mom and dad and I also can't wait to get into the rape field, and rape flowers to have a close contact.
In the air, the light fragrance of rapeseed comes out, although its fragrance is not as strong as that of roses, but it seems to be more refreshing and natural, attracting butterflies, attracting hard-working bees, attracting thousands of viewers.
I closed my eyes, as if to see the rapeseed flowers withered after the fruit, as if to hear the farmers uncle harvest laughter, but also as if to smell the rapeseed pressed cooking oil cooked out of the delicious food fragrance ......
It was late, we with the crowds reluctantly We left the rapeseed field with the crowd.
Rapeseed flower essay selected 10 8
Early in the morning, I got up, pushed open the window, I smelled a rapeseed flower fragrance, I looked at a glance, rapeseed flower has opened. I was surprised to call to, mom and dad canola flowers bloomed. Mom and dad accompanied me to the side of the rapeseed field. The rapeseed flowers were gently fluctuating under the breeze. A swarm of bees were happily picking nectar from the flowers. Up close, each canola flower produced a bunch of blossoms, and the golden flowers opened up like umbrellas, each of which was very beautiful. Suddenly, I felt as if I were a rape flower, dressed in gold, standing in the sunlight, with butterflies and bees dancing around me. Butterflies tell me the joy of flying early in the morning, bees tell me the joy of my labor ...... I think in a few dozen days, the golden rapeseed flowers thank you, however, the knot yellow or black oil rapeseed, farmers uncle collected rapeseed, sent to the oil mill, pressed into the fragrant rapeseed oil. People use vegetable oil to stir-fry vegetables, deep-fry doughnuts ...... vegetable oil city people's life department can be indispensable necessities. We suddenly heard the grandmother called us back to eat, we are reluctant to leave.
Have you seen the rape flowers growing in the field? Do you like the faint scent of rapeseed that permeates the entire sky? Perhaps, it did not attract your attention, because it is nothing more than a flower, a cluster of ordinary small flowers. Rapeseed is my favorite flower. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I and my partners together in the rape bush shuttle, hide. Smelling the fragrance of the flowers mixed with the fragrance of the soil, stepping on the soft ground, doing a happy game, we are like in paradise, fairyland in general. Golden flowers let us linger. "Heh heh heh ......" Our cheerful laughter echoed over the fields for a long time.
Spring is the season when rape flowers bloom. In the green oily leaves of the backdrop, its small delicate golden petals, beautiful. A breeze, canola flowers will twist the slim body. At this time, I can not help but think: the earth is a huge stage, the sky is the audience, canola is a famous dancer, is performing ballet "Swan Lake".
When rapeseed flowers bloom, the beauty is simple and natural. Although it is not as charming as tulips, not as noble as peonies, and not as dazzling as roses. It is just standing silently in the field, and it is accompanied only by the busy bees. However, the golden color of the ground really makes my heart flutter. I heard my mom say that canola oil is the oil extracted from the seeds of rapeseed flowers. I couldn't help but wonder: how many canola flowers do you need to "sacrifice" for a bottle of vegetable oil? When we use vegetable oil to cook delicious, whether it will think of that a strain of rapeseed, whether it will think of that everywhere in the golden color?
Rapeseed grows up in the soil, a life of nothing to ask for, and dedicates itself in obscurity. I like its simplicity, nature, purity and nobility. I suddenly thought of myself, but also need a little bit of the spirit of rapeseed, should grow silently, silently give, and not just ask for. I would like to be a small, ordinary rapeseed flower. I want to dedicate my youth to the great motherland. Rapeseed flower, in my heart forever fixed flower!
Every late spring and early summer, the whole countryside becomes a sea of yellow. The breeze, a flower is like a small head, scrambling to get the gift of the sun, the immaculate golden yellow, glittering in the sunlight, looks particularly eye-catching.
Rapeseed flowers are not as rich as roses, nor as fragrant as osmanthus, but just exude a light freshness, purity and simplicity, giving people a sense of comfort and serenity.
Of course, the sea of rapeseed flowers is naturally the place where I played in my childhood, and every time the wind rose, I would fly kites with my little friends. "Stretch it out, stretch it out, stretch it out some more!" The kite would soar straight up into the sky, like a graceful swallow, flying freely in the air. On the field, the sound of laughter and the swaying of rapeseed blossoms in the wind sounded together, floating in the wind, which was a kind of spirit of perseverance and sacrifice for the sake of the collective. And what touched me most was the encounter I had with it.
One night, a torrential downpour, the rain crackled and fell into the earth, until the next morning. Early in the morning, I was ready to pick plants to play rape flowers, suddenly remembered last night's rainstorm, I can not help but think that the rape flowers should be withered a lot, so weak and thin body, how can withstand this so violent rainstorm?
I slowly walked toward the rapeseed field, holding the mood of disappointment, came to the rapeseed flowers, in front of the eyes is still the sea of flowers, I was surprised. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I went up, carefully examined up, the color of the top flower is obviously much darker, while the bottom of the golden still, could it be that the top flower, to protect the following flowers? It must be. It is for the sake of the whole plant rape flowers did not put down their own leaves, I can not help but rise in my heart a lofty respect, this is how great ah!
Unfortunately, the rapeseed is still destroyed, and that sea of yellow is hard to see again. But I love that piece of canola in my hometown, it will always be in my heart.
Rapeseed Flower Essay Selected 10 10"Where is spring, where is spring. "Whenever I sing this song, it reminds me of our visit to Qinghai to see rapeseed flowers.
"Ah! Zhengzhou is too hot, should we go somewhere to escape the heat. "I called out. Dad was thinking about it, since I was on summer vacation. He said to my mom and me, "Why don't we go to Qinghai, it's super cool there, and it's the time of year when the mountains are filled with rapeseed flowers." "Great. " "Great. " I was overjoyed. So mom and dad prepared our bags and we drove off the next day.
We drove and stayed in Baoji for one night first, because Zhengzhou is 1400 kilometers away from Xining, so we had to take a break halfway.
The next morning, we set off from Baoji to Xining, and finally reached Xining City in the evening. The weather in Xining is so cool, because the temperature here is only ten degrees. I slept beautifully and looked forward to going to Menyuan County to see the rapeseed flowers.
As soon as the day dawned, we set off to the countryside of rapeseed flowers in Menyuan County.
"Wow! There are rapeseed flowers everywhere," I called out." Yeah! So beautiful! "Mom also exclaimed." Let's go pick one. "I said." No, have you forgotten that little flowers are alive too? "Mom taught me." I know mom I was wrong. "
I looked toward the distant mountains, the blue sky below, a group of yaks and sheep in the prairie leisurely grazing, how happy they are! I rushed to the side of a group of sheep, but these sheep seem to be very afraid of us, I can only stand beside them to take pictures.
I didn't realize that Xining had such beautiful scenery, it really made us fall in love with it. (Happy Spring Festival Essay)