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The memory of childhood was opened when I saw pieces of golden rape flowers. The past, which was strung into beads by years, gradually emerged in front of my eyes. Looking at the ignorance and innocence of childhood, there were so many nostalgia, and the smile would bloom quietly in the corner of my mouth by accident, which was so innocent (inscription) the breath of spring is gradually becoming stronger, and my memory is still in winter all the time. There is no concept in my mind that spring blossoms. Seeing that this spring is going far away from me, I think there are many feelings in my heart. I don’t know whether it is melancholy or pity. Is this spring doomed to be out of luck with me? One sunny afternoon after rain, I was idle and wanted to go out for a walk. I didn’t know how far I had gone, so I went to a village in the suburb. Suddenly attracted by a piece of golden color, I stared at the rape flowers which were in full bloom. The noise and impetuousness of the city make people have no time to see the blue sky and clear water, and they seldom see such natural field scenery. My melancholy heart was activated in an instant. I rushed to the middle of rape flowers, smelling the faint fragrance, picked a few flowers and inserted them on the tip of the hair. Unexpectedly, I felt happy in my childhood. In the dusk field, silence was also empty. I didn’t feel lonely but full in this vast rape flowers. The Taoist priest walking in the field breathed fresh air, listened to the gentle birdsong and felt the amorous feelings of nature. The rape flowers around were swaying around, with a golden smiling face dancing in the breeze, lying down, the rape with yellow flowers and green leaves against the green buds, delicate and clear, jumping on the flower core in the afterglow of the sunset. When the setting sun gradually changed gradually, the field was hazy. The gentle sunshine shone on the rape flowers, and the golden light was shining. I was intoxicated in the fragrance of flowers and the embrace of tranquility. The scenery in front of me moved me, and I couldn’t help thinking of my hometown. When I was a child, the rape seeds planted by myself also blossomed in late March. The yellow on the ground, bees and unknown bugs surrounded the vegetable field all day long. The rape flower in hometown has its unique charm. The flowers and leaves are interlinked, yellow and green are contrasting, the height and height embrace each other, the leaves and leaves protect each other, the flowers and flowers surround each other, and they are as close as sisters, the warmth of spring makes them rejuvenate and bring infinite beauty to the earth and people. Thousands of gold waves flowers like the sea, flowing gold and colorful fragrance hometown. Who doesn’t want to taste the beauty of spring and enjoy the happiness of spring in spring days. As a result, groups of children played among the flowers, picking a few flowers from time to time and inserting them on their hair or collars. At the age of five or six, I also played with my neighbor’s children in this season. Rape petals fell on my body and on the ground, although sometimes I was scolded by adults for several times, but it never affects our interest. That innocent era, now think about it, is really fun. Now I have grown up and can never go back to the era of flower arrangement, but those interesting things will remain in my memory forever. Staying among rape flowers, I forget the complexity of the city, the dust in my heart, the exhaustion of busy work, the complexity of interpersonal relationships, the secular prejudice, the worries and selfishness in my heart, the heart is clean and the mood is cool, and the joy that has never been seen is joyful. Suddenly I found that 2009 spring was so beautiful. I remember a song: the young train driver is not without tenderness, but he can’t give up responsibility, but I can’t miss you when the locomotive starts, forgive me for being so ruthless. It’s not that I don’t want to hold your hand, but that the speeding motorcycle can’t stay. Many years later, your heart has already gone. I have to wait alone. Maybe there are many discontent and helplessness in my life, which makes me depressed and lonely in this spring. But at this time, those memories completely disappear from the bottom of my heart, I dispersed the past unhappiness with the wind, bent down to pick up today’s mood, and believed that rape flowers would bloom more beautiful tomorrow. The afterglow of dusk was gradually disappearing, and finally the last trace of light yellow on the horizon was also dark, surrounded by the darkness, and occasionally there were several birds flying over the trees in the field, I know they are going home. I got rid of what I was at a loss and changed into a brisk mood. This spring, I picked up the hope I had abandoned and sang songs belonging to this season with spring on the fragrant day of rape flowers.

[Responsible editor: Ke Er]]

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