There are so many rape flowers, one after another. Look at this. It's beautiful. Look at that. If we regard a rape flower in front of us as a big painting, the artist's skill is really amazing. I suddenly feel like a rape flower, wearing golden clothes. When the breeze blows, I dance and my golden clothes dance with the wind.
The frog jumped over and told me about the joy of catching pests. Earthworms crawled over and told me the joy of helping wheat seedlings loosen the soil. After a while, I remembered that I am not a rape flower, I am looking at rape flowers!
2. Have you ever seen rape flowers growing in the field? Do you like the fragrance of rape flowers that pervades the whole sky? Perhaps, it didn't attract your attention, because it was just an ordinary flower.
Rapeseed is my favorite flower in my heart. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, my friends and I shuttled and hid in the rape flowers. Smelling the fragrance of flowers mixed with soil, stepping on soft land and playing happy games, we seem to be in heaven and fairyland. Golden flowers make us linger. "Ha ha ha ..." Our hearty laughter echoed in the fields for a long time.
Spring is the season when rape blossoms bloom. Against the green leaves, its small and exquisite golden petals are beautiful. The breeze blew, and the rape flowers twisted their slender bodies. At this time, I can't help daydreaming: the earth is a huge stage, the sky is an audience, rape is a famous dancer, and she is performing the ballet Swan Lake to the fullest. ...
When rape is in full bloom, beauty is simple and natural. Although not as charming as tulips, not as noble as peonies, not as dazzling as roses. It just stood quietly in the field, accompanied by only busy bees. But everywhere is golden, which really makes me move.
According to my mother, rapeseed oil is the oil extracted from rapeseed. I can't help wondering: How many rape blossoms should a bottle of vegetable oil "sacrifice"? When we cook delicious food with vegetable oil, do we think of rape blossoms and golden yellow everywhere?
Rapeseed is a native, with nothing to ask for in life, and has dedicated itself in obscurity. I like its simplicity, naturalness, purity and nobility. I suddenly thought of myself. I need a little spirit of rape. I should grow up silently and pay silently, instead of just asking for it ... there are a lot of rapeseed in my field. One day, I came home from school and found a flower moss growing on the rape in the field. A few days later, the bud slowly grew up and blossomed golden rape. There is a strong fragrance from time to time. I was unconsciously attracted by this rape flower.
As soon as I got home, I began to look up the information and finally found it. The book says that there are some petals on the outer layer of rape flowers, sepals below and stamens in the center. Do you know their functions? Their role can be great! Without them, it is impossible to cultivate such full rapeseed! You may think that butterflies and bees are playing in the flowers, but in fact they are working! They are flying among flowers, spreading pollen and making flowers grow up early. "So that's it!" I sigh!
A few days later, when I went to see it again, I found only a few flowers. I looked down and there were petals all over the floor. I quickly ran home and asked my mother, "Mom, why did the flowers fall?" Mother replied: "rapeseed will learn to fall off automatically after a while, and then it will grow full rapeseed!" "
Knowing rape blossoms, I began to like rape blossoms! !
3. The beautiful composition of rape flowers Today, at my grandfather's house, I saw a large field full of rape flowers. When the rape blossoms are in full bloom, it looks like a golden ocean from a distance, just like a magician dyeing the golden rape blossoms golden. A spring breeze blows through rape blossoms, dancing with the wind like golden waves, with blue sky and white clouds overhead and rape blossoms underneath, forming an oil painting.
I can't wait to go there. I smell a refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel very comfortable. If you look closely, you can see that some rape flowers are all unfolded, revealing golden stamens in a cross shape. Golden petals, like a little girl dancing in a swan dance, some half-open like a shy little girl showing half of her cheeks, like playing hide-and-seek with us, some budding flowers and bones, and strings like sparkling emeralds.
Rape flowers are lively and clustered, like many children discussing things and like a lot of gold.
Suddenly, a group of bees and butterflies came to collect honey for a while, as if to say, "Can I have honey?" I stopped on the branch for a while, as if I were whispering to rape flowers. Little bees are collecting honey, some buzzing, some can't wait to collect nectar.
Looking at it, I seem to have turned into a rape flower, wearing golden clothes. In the field full of "sunshine", not only "I", but all the rape flowers are dancing. The wind stopped, "I" stopped dancing, and the bees came to tell me, "Labor is the happiest."
4. The composition about rape suddenly turned back, and a large blooming flower attracted my eyes and emotions. I put down my pen and looked through the window in front of me. The rape blossoms in the sun are so dazzling, the shining golden yellow is connected with the blue sky on the horizon, and my eyes are bright.
Looking at the rape flower from a distance, it is so lush and beautiful, like a golden ocean and a world of flowers. Beautiful colors are vibrant with a little green, and golden flowers are scattered like stars in the night, sparse here and dense there, scattered irregularly. A small cluster of flowers is so insignificant, but this big rape flower shows great vitality and unstoppable momentum. Brilliant yellow seems to have the golden light of the sun, so it jumps happily!
I couldn't control my inner feelings, so I went up to him alone. Only then did I realize that they were far denser than what I saw from a distance. Flowers are crowded together, just like Miss Chun's masterpiece. Some flowers on the leaves are in full bloom, revealing petite stamens, like laughing dolls; Some have flowers on their heads, such as shy little girls, who don't want to show their golden faces; Some flowers and bones, like small green peaches, hung on the branches and nodded and smiled at me. They are delicate, and the golden color seems to drop with the wind. Every rape flower is so full, every little flower is so brilliant, they show the brightest colors in life, and they realize their own value-blooming the most beautiful flowers, bearing more seeds and becoming a drop of fragrant oil. They do the same job-enjoy giving. This reminds me of a famous saying of Grandpa Ba Jin: "The meaning of life lies in dedication, not enjoyment." Shouldn't life be like this?
The breeze blows, golden waves appear, and flowers pour down along this gentle wind, which makes people feel faint, fresh and memorable.
The wind swept through my hair, and the smell was strong, and I was intoxicated.
I like to play 300 words on the river bank. I like its lush and vibrant scenery everywhere. I prefer the rape flowers blooming by the river.
Standing on the riverbank, looking around, the blooming rape flowers spread like a yellow ribbon along the riverbank to the distance, and a faint fragrance came to the nose. I can't help but rush to the rape field, one after another, sticking out from the green leaves and shining like golden gold in the sun. Some rape flowers are in full bloom, revealing four small yellow petals, as if welcoming our arrival. Some of them are full of flowers, and they are about to burst, as if they can't wait to tell the story of spring.
I suddenly feel like a rape flower, dressed in yellow, standing there quietly. The bee came to share his happiness with me, and the butterfly came to tell me her troubles.
I heard from my father that the oil we eat is provided by rape blossoms. I like rape blossoms, and I like his obscurity and selfless dedication.
6. Write an article about rape flowers. In my hometown, rape is an essential crop for every household. So my childhood was occupied by a large golden aroma. Rape flower is my most familiar and favorite flower. I remember the last time I left my hometown, I didn't see many yellow rape flowers, like ink spots splashed by a pen dipped in yellow paint; But when I came back this week, the mountains were all golden, which made my eyes hurt. It seemed that someone accidentally knocked over the paint bucket.
Rape flowers look ordinary. Unlike Chinese rose, rose and peony, they are layered with petals, with changeable postures and strange colors. They are only yellow from beginning to end, so full of youthful yellow, as if the sun had settled down and landed on the thin petals. Rape flower has four petals, neatly surrounding the stamens, and its personality is simple. Petals are so delicate and delicate that no skilled sculptor can carve them. The flowers in the middle bend together, as if whispering. Its roots are thick and leaves are dense, as simple and rough as the farmers who grow them.
The fragrance of rape flowers is unique. Pick up a flower, and the faint fragrance will linger on the tip of the nose and overflow from the stamen, so you can't help but put your nose forward. When you touch a thin stamen, you will be dyed yellow nose by pollen. If the rape blossoms get together hand in hand, the fragrance will be great. The breeze blew, and the golden fragrance poured in, making you take a greedy breath. Wow, the warm fragrance lingers on your teeth and makes your throat sweet. Bees and butterflies come and go among the flowers and refuse to leave for a long time. Like you, they are fascinated by the smell.
Rape flowers have stronger vitality. You can find them on the ridge, on the side of the road, even in the cracks in the wall, in all the places you can think of or even think of. After sowing seeds, they can thrive without much care, because they are not as delicate as other flowers. It won't be long before they can grow to a height of more than one person. Dark green thick stems, plump leaves and clusters of dense flowers immediately appear in front of your eyes. Such tenacious vitality has to be admired.
Standing in the small yard, looking at the rape flowers in the field, my heart is rippling with them. Rape blossoms are so unrestrained and so hard. Although ordinary, it also has its own wonderful. They worked hard to cultivate, just to produce dark rapeseed and let farmers' pockets swell. Thinking of this, I have a little more respect and love for rapeseed. The rape blossoms in your hometown, as many as you want, let everyone see the wonderful things in your ordinary life!
7. Is there any composition about rape? About 600 words. My hometown is an eco-agricultural county with beautiful scenery and flowers. At the weekend, I propose to go for an outing. Mom and dad agreed, so we launched an outing. Looking around, a large rape field, golden rape flowers like a golden "ocean", like a golden carpet on the ground. A breeze blew, and the "ocean" came in layer by layer, with an elegant fragrance that was refreshing. I followed the fragrance, and the rape blossoms were graceful, like rows of neat little soldiers, protecting my beautiful "home". Rape flowers are tightly clustered together, with 16 to 17 flowers on each plant, and some petals are all spread out to reveal small golden buds; Spread one or two petals little by little; Have a plenty of green flowers and white bones, looking full, they are about to burst. Why are flowers and bones green? Probably afraid of meeting people! What a shy little girl.
Every plant is so dignified and elegant. Look at this one, nodding at me all the time, as if greeting me! Look at that, attracting a little bee friend. Little bees have been circling around rape flowers, as if cooing, "Brother cauliflower, your nectar is so sweet!" " If we regard a rape flower in front of us as a vivid painting, the artist's skill is really amazing! This scene is really "dancing from time to time in the butterfly play, and Jiao Ying just cries"!
I ran on the ridge and my clothes were covered with yellow pollen. I suddenly feel like a rape flower. The spring breeze is blowing, and the golden clothes are fluttering with the wind. I danced naturally, not only me, but also my brothers and sisters. Our good friend bees are here, too. We are really going to have a "cauliflower dance"! After the wind passed, we stopped the "dance" and stood quietly in the field. Frog skipped over to tell me about the delicious food I ate yesterday. Birds fly by, listen to me tell them stories. ...
It was a while before I came to my senses. I'm not a rape, but watch!