Rape flower composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So, how to write a composition? The following is the selected composition of 10 rape flower that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

On Saturday morning, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. I went to my aunt's house in the country. As soon as I got off the bus, I was surrounded by a faint fragrance. Looking up, it was golden, like a golden carpet on the ground, extending to the distance and extending to the horizon. It's really beautiful.

I can't wait to walk to the edge of the field, and it smells more and more fragrant. When you get there, the smell is fragrant and refreshing! Look carefully, rape flowers have different shapes, some have just opened, and the golden petals are shining; Some have already opened, petals have fallen, and stamens are a little green; Others are in bud [note: describe the shape of flowers when they are about to open. It is also a metaphor for a girl who is about to grow up. 】, the bulging bud seems to be about to burst.

There are so many flowers. There are many branches on each rape plant, there are branches on it, there are branches on it, and each branch is full of flowers. Looking down, there are countless cauliflowers. Describe a lot. ]。 Suddenly, a flower flew, flew, fell to the ground and played excitedly.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the cauliflower is swaying, as if it were full of gold. I suddenly felt as if I had become a beautiful rape flower, wearing a golden dress and standing in a sunny field. The spring breeze blew gently from my sister's side, and I was dancing in the wind in a golden dress, not just a "I", but all the rape flowers were dancing. The wind stopped, and I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. Bees flew over and told me the joy of labor. Butterflies spread pollen around me, telling me the information of spring. ...

It took me a long time to remember that I am not a rape flower, I am enjoying the flowers. Ah, the rural scenery is pleasant.

The brightest sunny day in a year is the happiest season of rape blossoms. The suffocating smiles in the fields make the sky and the earth present a cheerful and peaceful atmosphere. Looking from a distance, there is gratifying golden everywhere, which is the good hope of farmers and the poetry naturally revealed by the earth. Close up, the cauliflower blooms in high spirits, and the stems and leaves are tender enough to drop water, like the fingers of a lovely child. Some of the flowers on the top of the head are already in bloom, some are half open, and some are still in bloom. All cauliflowers have different postures, but they all have the same sweet smile. It is this patchwork of cauliflower that writes the most wonderful prose in spring.

Cauliflower is yellow and butterfly is white. Spring, which has always been reserved, is brightly set off by cauliflower, and the breeze blows leisurely, which makes people immersed in the laughter in the fields and feel comfortable. The morning sun is squinting, still dreaming the eternal dream of spring. Did I wake up easily in the spring morning? Or a dream of spring? Yes, intoxicated with the beauty of the world, no one wants to get up early. Who is the willow branch waving to in the distance? Following its gestures, I can see that the road is yellow, the trees are yellow, and even the sky seems as dazzling as gold. Children go to school singing cheerful children's songs. Their songs are full of the fragrance of cauliflower, and their gentle steps crush round dewdrops. Does it hurt? No, the dew instantly enters the warm embrace of spring soil and begins another good dream in the shadow of cauliflower.

The lark's cry spread and covered the whole field. Children's footsteps stay on the ridge of the field, making the earth pure and brilliant. The happiest thing is that those flying butterflies mistakenly regard cauliflower as their close lover and play among the flowers. Cauliflower was shy, sipped her mouth and snickered, and her cold body quickly became hot, infecting her brothers and sisters. The old farmer walking on the ridge smiled slightly. How many stories should be hidden in deep wrinkles? Sad or happy, forgetful or frustrated, the loyal dog behind him follows closely and picks up the words left by his master at any time.

Gold is everywhere, this is the color of hope, this is the rhythm of life. The fragrant bees of rape flowers know that these industrious creatures spend their whole lives making the most beautiful and fragrant moments in spring into honey, which flows in the source of life, is sweet in the heart of spring and laughs in the farmyard.

Rape flowers smile at the spring breeze, and the spring breeze is also smiling. It smiles at the beautiful world, the warm world, the charming sea of flowers, the quiet village, the spring rain without sorrow and the carefree birds. There are tourists in twos and threes in the distance, intoxicated in the depths of cauliflower. The most beautiful little girl, when the camera shutter flashed, has smiled into a brilliant rape flower.

Dear students, do you know what my favorite plant is? To tell you the truth, it is a beautiful rape flower. I think it's "little gold in plants".

In the morning, I went to play in the fields. As soon as I approached, I smelled a faint fragrance. Looking up, the green field is covered with a large golden soft blanket. It turned out to be rape blossoms. I was deeply attracted and ran there at once.

Take a closer look, what a charming rape flower! A large leaf of rape flower grows on a straight rape stem. The pole is green, the leaves are green, and this lovely green layer is covered with a foggy frost. At the top of the pole is a bunch of flowers from Huang Cancan. These flowers are one, two, three ... they are neatly arranged around the pole, so lively and happy!

Look carefully, the flowers have blossomed a lot. Some of them are spread out, revealing a few small golden stamens. Some have only two or three petals, like a little girl hiding. There are flowers and bones, which look full and seem to burst. There are so many rape flowers, one by one. Look at this, and then look at that. They are crowded and dazzling, as if bringing a huge golden crown to the branches. If we regard a rape flower in front of us as a vivid painting, the artist's skill is really amazing!

I suddenly feel like a rape flower. I followed other rape flowers, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, * * * added gold to the earth.

Cauliflower is not only beautiful, but also selfless dedication to people. It dedicates vegetable stalks to people as firewood. It dedicates its leaves to people to make pig food, its gorgeous flowers to people to appreciate, and its fruits to people to make vegetable oil, so that everyone can eat delicious meals. It is really a "little gold" in plants! This is my favorite plant friend-rape flower. Dear friend, do you like it?

Walking in the city, buildings have sprung up, leaving only reinforced concrete castles. Asphalt and cement covered the ground, which made people a little breathless.

The city in front of us is only noisy and dull. I was walking like this, and suddenly, I skipped a bright color, a bright color completely different from the gloomy city.

I bypassed the building and approached bright yellow. This is an open space, but it has become a ruin due to demolition. There is rubble everywhere and the soil is not fertile. However, this yellow color accidentally spread here and became a rape field. The farther you go, the brighter and more beautiful the yellow becomes. Close to that moment, the whole world seemed to be golden yellow, and the whole person seemed to be injected with infinite vitality. I really wanted to jump up and lie inside.

There are not many rape flowers, only tens of square meters, but they are also very beautiful. That rape flower is like a lively girl, in groups, laughing and chasing. They are holding golden umbrellas, chasing, quarreling and laughing in the fields ... They are clustered, crowded into a ball, hot and elegant, connecting rivers and merging into the sea, leaving golden footprints on the grass.

A gust of wind gently blew through the rape blossoms, and in an instant, the rape blossoms turned into a golden ocean. Every flower is swaying in the wind, and there are waves of golden flowers. Sunlight poured down and covered the rape flowers, giving them a golden outline, with a touch of gold, and dyeing the edge of the sky with a touch of gold. ...

When the wind blows, the original faint fragrance diffuses, rippling in the air, with the moist smell of earth, floating into the nasal cavity, just like a minor with a local accent, plain and simple, but with a faint charm, echoing in the ear, giving people a different feeling. Elegant fragrance, like a clear spring, overflowed my heart and washed away all boring emotions.

Pick a rape flower and look carefully. There probably won't be a simpler flower. Four small petals are arranged in a cross. Flowers are like rice paper, pale yellow and meager. They are surrounded by a cluster of stamens, 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; Have a plenty of flowers and bones, hanging on the branches and nodding and smiling at me. Every rape flower is so full, every little flower is so brilliant, showing the brightest colors in life.

Walking in the city for a long time will inevitably make people indifferent and numb, but this small piece of rape flower, like a naive child, walks through the city, giving the city a little vitality and bringing the smell of vegetation. Perhaps it is not expensive or enchanting, but it is elegant and grounded, giving people a feeling of returning to nature, and people seem to be infected by its enthusiasm and simplicity.

I looked at the rape flowers in front of me, watching them swaying and dancing, smelling the faint fragrance, and I couldn't help being intoxicated. ...

The cold wind has not yet dispersed from people's hearts, and the chilly drizzle has wet the skirts of pedestrians. In the fields of my hometown, rape blossoms have been overwhelming, helping the strong spring break free from the cold cage.

It's perfect to see rape blossoms on a sunny day.

Looking around, a vast expanse of gold stretches enthusiastically into the distance, as vast as the ocean, with no beginning and no end. Warm wind, like wine, mixed with faint fragrance, brushed the sea of flowers. Suddenly, I felt that the whole flower field was growing and flowing. Flowers are like moths, swaying; Flowers are as bright as cheeks and dazzling. It was just a slap in the face, and I was intoxicated. At this time, it can't be described in the following language, for example, when King Dong 'a first saw Luo Shen in his dream. Magnificent, reminiscent of Huang Chao's poem: the city is full of golden flowers.

Along a secluded path, I wandered among the flowers in the field. Stop in front of a rape flower and look carefully, and you will be amazed by such an ordinary little flower. Yellow petals, without a trace of impurities, evenly surround the stamens, forming the most beautiful spring clothes in the field. Some petals still have a few drops of morning dew, like jade liquid and nectar accidentally spilled, which adds a touch of aura to the flowers. Every flower in the field seems to turn into a Huang Die at any moment. I don't know if it will be noticed by naughty children or chased. So Huang Die soon disappeared among the flowers. It is also a pleasant thing to step on the yellow mud on your feet and touch a petal to let a few flowers fall and make you fragrant.

The number of people enjoying flowers is increasing gradually. Crowds of tourists shuttle between the fields, adding a lot of bright colors to this magnificent picture. Or chasing in the fields, or sitting quietly in the flowers, everyone laughs like this rape flower-the unity of nature and man, calmly complacent, what is this?

Not far away, there is a small village hidden among rape flowers. A man walking alone on the village road with a big bag on his back-probably a traveler returning home-left this beloved land a few years ago or decades ago, and it was this rape flower that sent him away at that time. How many springs, like rape blossoms, I miss you so much that I have crossed the fields and spent all the nights. How many nights, I watched a waning moon, watched a lonely lamp and stayed up all night thinking about the spring in the village. Now, to meet him, it is also golden rape flowers-this kind of sweeping the world. "Flowers are similar every year, but people of different ages are different." Can you borrow a spring breeze to pick the fragrance of a rape flower and say hello to his family for me?

God has a bird's eye view of all this. Every rape flower, he confides his happy and quick mood in the low-pitched drizzle-the sun is getting brighter and brighter, and I am also laughing in the sea of rape flowers.

Selected composition of rape blossoms 10 6 this year's rape blossoms are blooming again, but that person is no longer there.

For as long as I can remember, my grandmother regarded me as the apple of her eye. My relationship with my grandmother can be called "distant relatives" and "special relatives". In the early morning of spring, the gentle sunshine gradually spread all over the earth, and the green grass stretched out in the spring breeze.

Today, I was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by my grandmother. I need to play the role of a shepherd boy. On the way forward, grandma's kind face and amiable tone, in my opinion, are the first ray of sunshine that really belongs to me. My heart is still uneasy, but in order not to disappoint my grandmother, I had to hold on to the rope, step on some wet dirt roads with my feet, listen to the "Cleisthenes" sound of a small ox, and walk leisurely with my grandmother.

When I arrived at my destination, I was greeted by rolling green waves accompanied by green bamboo forests. I'm already very upset. It seems that I can feel that things are not good. The seemingly docile cow has a sudden change of temperament and becomes crazy after the soles of its feet slip. In the face of this scene, I am at a loss, just need to ask grandma for help. Grandma said quietly, "don't be afraid, grandma is here." Grandma will go and pull it back. " Grandma's words filled my heart with hope, but I couldn't bear to take risks, so I stopped my grandmother in front of her and asked her to guide me to do it. My grandmother was not at ease at first, but she agreed when she saw my firm expression. Grandma said calmly, "Don't follow too closely, wait for the cow to slow down, and then slowly pull the rope ..." But my heart was too nervous, and the cow was too stubborn, and the rope slipped out of my hand again. Grandma hasn't played in person yet. She encouraged me and instructed me what to do. "Don't be afraid, grandma is here, try again." Under the guidance of my grandmother, I first approached the cow gently, then touched the cow's back gently with my hand, and tied the cow rope after the cow was a little obedient. In this way, I successfully tamed the cow! My heart crossed and I looked at my grandmother. I saw grandma laughing heartily, and her smile was as bright as rape blossoms in Shan Ye in the distance. Hydrangea-shaped rape flowers sway with the wind under the sunlight, reflecting the golden light.

One year later, in the early spring, our family found the footsteps of spring and went to visit grandma with a big smile. At that time, rape blossoms smiled all the way. Grandma may be old, sick, hunched, and her legs and feet are getting more and more awkward. It is difficult to walk with crutches. But when grandma saw us, there was no pain on her face. The face is full of joy and unspeakable smile. It is clearly the season of early spring, but my heart is a little "crisp in autumn."

Grandma's love may be simple, but I deeply remember her care and that special experience: I can only solve the difficulties by myself.

This spring, I saw rape flowers again, but my old friend is gone. Although time passes and flowers bloom and fall, my memory of my grandmother will never change.

Selected composition of rape flowers 10 7 Today, it is sunny and warm, and it is a good day for an outing. In the afternoon, my father drove me and my mother to Tangwan to see rape blossoms.

Along the way, the wonderful songs of birds sang the relaxed and happy mood of me and the spring traveler. Cars watching rape flowers come and go on the road, and there is an endless stream.

Very close! Very close! When I opened the window, I saw a large rape field. You see, pieces of rape Ye Er are big and shallow, and the golden rape flowers are shining in the sun, as if winking at us. This is really an ocean of flowers! They are slim, crowded and neat, leaving no gaps.

When I got off the bus, oh, there are quite a few people watching rape blossoms! Some of them took photos of rape flowers and shared them with friends; Some put out various pose and rape flowers to take pictures as a souvenir; Some people take a leisurely walk on the path in the rape field. Groups of children are cheering, running and playing in the fields. My parents and I couldn't wait to walk into the rape field and have a close contact with rape.

The faint scent of rape blossoms in the air came to the nose. Although its fragrance is not as strong and warm as roses, it seems fresher and more natural, attracting dancing butterflies, hardworking bees and thousands of viewers.

When I close my eyes, I seem to see that the rape blossoms are full of fruits after withering. I seem to hear the laughter of the farmer's uncle when harvesting, and I also seem to smell the delicious cooking oil squeezed from rapeseed. ...

It was getting late, and we reluctantly left the rape field with the flow of people.

When I got up early in the morning and opened the window, I smelled a burst of rape blossoms. At first glance, the rape blossoms have already opened. I was surprised to call, mom and dad rape flowers. My parents accompanied me to the edge of the rape field, and the rape flowers fluttered gently in the breeze. Swarms of bees are happily collecting nectar. Close up, every rape flower has a bunch of flowers, and the golden flowers are open like umbrellas, and each one is beautiful. Suddenly, I feel like a rape flower, dressed in gold, standing in the sun, butterflies and bees dancing around me. Butterflies tell me the joy of flying in the morning, bees tell me the joy of working ... I think golden rapeseed will wither in a few days, but Huang Cancan or black rapeseed will be accepted by farmers' uncles and sent to the oil mill to squeeze into delicious vegetable oil. People use vegetable oil to stir-fry fried dough sticks ... vegetable oil market is an indispensable commodity in people's daily life. Suddenly I heard grandma calling us back for dinner, and we reluctantly left.

Have you ever seen rape flowers growing in the fields? 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 earth, 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 the ballet Swan Lake is being performed incisively and vividly.

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. However, the golden land really moved me. 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, and I also need a little spirit of rape. I should grow up silently, pay silently, not just take it. I would like to be an ordinary little rape flower. I want to dedicate my youth to the great motherland. Rapeseed, the flower that will always be fixed in my heart!

Selected Works of Rape Flowers 10 9 Rape Flowers in My Hometown.

I still remember the rape flowers in my hometown.

Every late spring and early summer, the whole village becomes a yellow ocean. Breeze blowing, flowers like a small head, scrambling to get the gift of the sun, spotless gold, shining in the sun, is particularly eye-catching.

Rape flowers are not rich in roses, nor fragrant in osmanthus, but exude a faint fresh and simple atmosphere, giving people a comfortable and quiet feeling.

Of course, the rape flower sea is naturally the place where I played when I was a child. Whenever it is windy, I will fly kites with my friends. "Stretch, stretch, stretch a little more!" As a result, the kite flew into the sky, just like a vigorous swallow, flying freely in the air. In the field, laughter and the sound of rape flowers swaying in the wind sounded together and floated with the wind. This is a spirit of insisting on sacrificing for the collective. What moved me most was my meeting with it.

One night, there was a heavy rain, and it rained until the next morning. Early in the morning, I was going to pick rape flowers to play, and suddenly I remembered the rainstorm last night. I can't help thinking that rape flowers should have withered a lot. How can such a thin body withstand such a violent rainstorm?

I walked slowly to the rape field. I'm disappointed. When I came to the rape field, I was still stunned by the ocean of flowers. Can such delicate petals stop the rainstorm? I went forward and took a closer look. The color of the top flower is obviously dim, but the bottom is still golden. Could it be that the flowers above protect the flowers below? It must be. It didn't put down its leaves for the whole rape flower, and I couldn't help but feel a high respect in my heart. How wonderful!

Unfortunately, that rape flower was destroyed, and that yellow ocean is hard to see again. But I love the rape in my hometown, and it will always be in my heart.

Selected composition of rape flowers 10 10 "where is spring?" Where is spring? ”。 "Every time I sing this song, I will think of the trip we went to Qinghai to see rape flowers.

"ah! Zhengzhou is too hot. Do you want to go somewhere for the summer? " I cried. Dad is thinking about it, because I have a summer vacation. He said to my mother and me, "Why don't we go to Qinghai? It's super cool there. Now there are rape blossoms everywhere." ""that's great. "I am very happy. So, mom and dad got their luggage ready, and the next day we drove away.

We drove and stayed in Baoji for one night, because Zhengzhou was 0/400 km away from Xining/KLOC-,so we had to have a rest on the way.

The next morning, we set off from Baoji to Xining and finally arrived in Xining in the evening. The weather in Xining is cool, because the temperature here is only ten degrees. Have a good sleep and look forward to seeing rape flowers in Menyuan County.

At dawn, we set off and came to the hometown of rapeseed in Menyuan County.

"wow! Rape flowers are everywhere. " I cried. "Yes! How beautiful! " Mom also sighed. "Let's pick one." I said. "No, have you forgotten that Xiaohua is alive?" Mom taught me. "I know, mom. I was wrong. "

I looked at the mountains in the distance. Under the blue sky, herds of yaks and sheep graze leisurely on the grassland. How happy they are! I ran to a group of lambs, but these sheep seemed very afraid of us, so I had to stand beside them and take pictures.

I didn't expect Xining to have such beautiful scenery, which really made us reluctant to part. (Happy Chinese New Year composition)