Every Spring, Inspiration Strikes: Admiring Rape Flowers in Innerqiao - A Hidden Paradise!
When cherry blossoms bloom, April comes with its beauty.
I was typing on the computer in the morning, and suddenly received a phone call from my literary friend, Mr. Fluent, inviting me to admire rapeseed flowers in a village in New City. Rapeseed flowers are the brightest colors of spring, and they are also the colors that make people feel most joyful. I just know that the southern Huangyuan is a good place to see rapeseed flowers, and the rapeseed flowers in Xingtai, North Shang, are also good. I just came back from there, but I didn't know there would be large-scale rapeseed flowers to admire here, nearby, so I readily agreed.
It's just about gathering together that's true friendship. Visiting someone in the spring is a double pleasure.
Riding the electric car into New City, I suddenly discovered that the Judas trees were already in bloom. The trees were so tall and straight, stretching out many arms from afar, holding a string of pink and white flowers, like small trumpets, blowing in the wind. I like to see Judas trees growing in front of and behind houses, with sparse branches and walls covered in flowers. This is what a typical village should be like. As soon as I pushed open Mr. Fluent's door, two little girls ran out, with many braids on their heads, identical twins, and it was clear they were identical. The little girls rushed over and shouted 'Mom', and I was wearing a mask so they didn't recognize me. After organizing Mr. Fluent to go out, we met a middle-aged man at the village entrance, who was fertilizing a red peach tree. This flower tree stood at the village's entrance, and you could hear the voices of the past. The patterns of doors imprinted by the local dialect, couldn't be deciphered, like the dust of the world.
It's spring, so I let myself go completely, running freely in the boundless fields. The air is fresh, the grass is lush, and it gives me a new perception of beauty.
Rapeseed flowers are only one color, yellow. If you look at them for a long time, they may become monotonous. But nature is a clever adjuster, and he uses large blocks of wheat seedlings to match them. A yellow is a flower, and a green is wheat seedlings. They are high and low, far and near, and they are just interlocked in an indescribable freshness and cleanliness. This yellow and green vitality is growing in a hilly area, with narrow fields and dry reeds and prickly ash along the ridges, creating a contrast between barrenness and prosperity, with a glimpse of life's growth and tenacity.
We should learn from rapeseed flowers, they bloom brightly, making the world more beautiful, and the world gives them a sweet fruit in return. Flowers are wise, they know how to share their beauty with people. Covered with pollen, we cautiously entered the rapeseed flower sea, avoiding the flowers, and walked along the ridges. Farmers don't plant flowers easily, and we must not waste these flowers. After selecting a good angle, the distant mountains are connected in a long line, with tree tops like black ink paintings, black cotton jackets, red skirts, and a scarf on their shoulders, with a colored hair comb, adding a taste of the Republic of China. Standing in the rapeseed flower, reading, holding an umbrella, sniffing fragrance, turning back, dancing, with no regrets, just a deep sense of compassion. Looking up at the sky, like crystal eggs, there are traces of airplanes flying overhead. To the west is the setting sun, and to the east is a faint crescent moon. A large bird's shadow flew across the sky, about to fly to the branch of the locust tree.
I was tired, so I sat on a high ridge, facing a vast expanse of rapeseed flowers, and didn't want to think about anything, just sat quietly, listening to the wind blowing past my ears, and I felt very beautiful. Besides us, there was no one else, the old man carrying a fire extinguisher to watch the wildfire, the man carrying a plastic bag to fertilize, and the boss who raised 30 pigs all went home at dusk. Rapeseed flowers were right in front of me, and I finally had the patience to carefully observe a flower. The flower is four-petaled, with a small flower shape and a small flower core, but dozens of flowers clustered together formed a flower ball. Round and smooth leaves, green stalks, scattered and spread, countless flower balls formed a flower world. The world was so quiet, this expanse of rapeseed flowers was mine, how rich I felt. Life is enjoyable, what can't be satisfied?
Whenever spring comes, there is poetry and emotion when looking at mountains, water and rapeseed flowers. Small flowers in low places also have simple poetry. A repeated rural folk song brings warmth and tranquility. The setting sun half illuminates, half darkens the fields. Wang Ganyi said: 'A warm heart warms the world; a frivolous heart makes the world frivolous.' We linger to return, delaying the return, and finally immerse ourselves in it, not knowing how to return.
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