Wen/Ying Zhigang In the continuous spring rain, Jiangnan is still a little cold. After a season of frosty rapeseed flowers, it has already been "bathed in the spring breeze." In the rainy season of apricot blossoms, rapeseed flowers are the most gorgeous color in early spring. When the spring rain stops for a while, the white clouds will dim the blue sky. Looking at the ordinary wild, there will be large patches of vibrant yellow everywhere. The dazzling color seemed to be the magic power exerted by the earth, drawing the sun into its arms and settling on the thin petals.

Earlier, I asked Lu Zhi's photographer friends to inquire about flowers. In a few days, mobile phones have been repeatedly "bombed", and beautiful pictures arrived one after another. The tens of thousands of acres of rapeseed fields in Chenghu International Slow City, leaning against small bridges and flowing people, rippling in the morning breeze. Knowing that "I'll thank you if I don't come again" is an excuse for "missing one of three", my heart is also overwhelmed by the continuous spring rain.

Find a day with a clear breeze and warm sun, go outside Gusu City, and encounter a long-lost flower affair. On the vehicle viaduct, you can see ridge after ridge, and large patches of golden light rush into your arms and enter your eyes. The sea of flowers is undulating, like waves in the wind coming from the south. The rich fragrance of flowers is refreshing and fragrant for ten miles.

Place yourself in the middle of the sea of flowers, gently close your eyes, let your breath taste the rich breath of spring, and let your body have a smooth flower bath. This breath is like a straightforward and charming Jiangnan woman, with bright eyes and a faint smile, standing at the end of the flower field with smoke curling from the kitchen and white walls and black tiles. For no reason, I remembered Wang Jie's song: The feeling of going home is not far ahead, and the ancient songs are singing childhood dreams...

I still remember when I was a child, holding my grandmother's clothes and going to the flower field to pick up wild vegetables."Malan head, sesame oil mixed with rice cakes, steamed kang vegetables fried with rice cakes, Ah Jian wanted to eat three big bowls." I was chasing bees and butterflies in the flower field. My clothes were stained with pollen, and petals were covered in my grandmother's gray hair. Sometimes, when traveling through the flower fields, I accidentally kick over another aunt's basket. Aunt was not angry either. She picked up the wild vegetables flying everywhere and chatted with me with a smile. It was nothing more than what she ate in the morning and how she did her homework.

Grandma came looking for the sound. Seeing this, she hurriedly grabbed a handful of wild vegetables and threw them into Iraq's basket to apologize. Aunt couldn't stop her in time, so she flipped the basket and poured it all into grandma's basket. The two women pushed each other back and forth, but Aunt walked far away as if she was running away, muttering,"Allah has food every day. It's rare for Ah Jian to come here, let me have a good meal."

I also remember that flowers bloom every year, and the "crazy people" in the village stand in the flower field all day long, with clear and happy smiles in their dull eyes. When grandma passed by, she always sighed,"Hey, good wife..." I never wanted to understand what a sad love story it was. At that time, I always had a trace of melancholy. After all, my mother told me to write an essay about rapeseed flowers.

Many years later, I traveled abroad. Every late night when I missed my hometown, the sound of the wind echoed in my ears. In the distant mountains and forests, there were cuckoo singing, and azaleas blooming. When the flowers are in bloom, I always want to hold my lover's hand and stroll along the bank of the Chenghu Lake in Rugu Garden to tell her those memories about childhood. Tell her that as long as I pick a faint scent of rapeseed flowers, I can follow the light and shadow of happiness and find my way home.