曾经迷恋过杏花的粉装，桃花的红衣，梨花的白衫 ，可是看着她们很快的香消玉焚，心里徒增伤感，情绪抚平之后便不再迷恋 。
曾经以为黄色太耀眼，太刺目 ，太张扬，所以敬而远之。春天赏花，杏花 、桃花、梨花是我眼中的主角 ，油菜花的金黄只是这春天风景中淡淡勾勒的边框衬托而已。
可是，今天，我发现我错了 ，我曲解了黄色，我为我多年来对油菜花的金黄的忽略而后悔不已 。当我在回家的路上，途径金龟湖畔 ，当那一大片金黄出现时，我知道，黄色永远不会再是我生命色彩中的配角 ，我已被湖边那一片纯黄色的油菜花所倾倒了。心，已经被俘虏，夕阳下，春风轻拂 ，油菜花的香气氤氲弥漫，湖水荡漾的清波里亦有黄晕摇动。我穿行在油菜花盛开的小径，任凭那片黄色将我包裹。黄色的花瓣密密匝匝的紧紧挨挤 ，团结拥簇在一起，黄色的花粉竞相亲吻我的衣衫，有的竟然长时间驻留不去 。我轻捧花枝 ，独嗅花香，花影摇曳处，我仿佛也变成了这黄色海洋中的一份子 ，与花为伍，满含了阳光的味道。
有时侯，眼和心忽略的 ，竟然是如此的美丽。幸亏有生之年我还有机会去领悟，不至于留下难以弥补的遗憾 。
年岁渐长，对待事物的好恶与年少时大相径庭，经历真的能让人改变很多 ，就像我对油菜花金黄颜色态度的改变。只是，我觉得无论是曾经的，还是现在的我以为的美 ，我都应好好的珍惜。
在今日，记忆的储存里，我又写进了一片金黄 ，那金黄，耀眼却不张扬，热烈却不世俗 。暖暖的 ，暖暖的，温润着我已不再年轻的生命。
I didn't understand why Van Gogh was so obsessed with golden, until today's rapeseed yellow, the yellow is fascinated, I know that the yellow is so unique.
Once is obsessed with apricot flowers, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, but I looked at the fragrant jade, my heart was sluggish, and I was no longer obedient after emotional. .
I thought that the yellow is too bright, too much, too Zhang Yang, so respect. Spring flower, apricot, peach blossom, pear flower is the protagonist in my eyes, and the golden flower of rapeseed is just a faint border in this spring scenery.
However, today, I found me wrong, I missed yellow, I regret it for me for my golden flower for many years. When I am on the way home, the way the Turtle lake is on the side. When the big golden appears, I know that yellow will never be the supporting role in my life color, I have been dumped by the pure yellow rapeseed by the lake. . Heart, has been captured, sunset, spring breeze, the aroma of the rapeseed, there is also a yellow halo shaking in the lake. I am walking in the footpath in the rapeseed flower, let me package me with the yellow yellow. The yellow petal is secretly hidden, the united is hit together, the yellow pollen is competing to kiss my clothes, and some will stay in a long time. I looked at the branch, I sniffed the flowers, the flower shadow, I seem to have also become a copy of this yellow ocean, with flowers, full of sunshine.
Sometimes, the eyes and the heart are ignorant, it is so beautiful. Fortunately, I still have a chance to understand, not to make up the regret.
The year is growing, and the good and evil for things are very different from the years, and the experience can really change a lot, just like my change in the golden color of rapeseed. Just, I feel that I used to be, or now I thought the beauty, I should cherish it.
In this day, the memory of memory, I wrote in a golden, golden, dazzling but not Zhang Yang, but he is not secluded. Warm, warm, warm, I am no longer young life.
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