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远远地,就闻到了花香,虽然似有似无;耳边似乎听到了“嗡嗡”的蜂鸣,虽然朦朦胧胧。我们正在去门源的路上,雨渐渐小了,蓝天隐现,微风拂面。公路两旁时不时闪现一片片油菜花田,我们在车上惊叫连连,真想让车停下来。可是导游说,门源的更漂亮、更壮观,再说公路上不让随便停车,我们就只好一惊一乍地到了门源。大巴穿过悠长的达坂山隧道来到了门源盆地。八月初,门源的油菜花已经过了盛开的季节,但是放眼望去,仍是满目金黄,几何状的翠绿点缀其间,明暗交错,宛如大海泛起金色的浪花。蓝天透亮,
Far, it smelled the flowers, albeit a seemingly absent-minded; ears seemed to hear “buzzing” beeps, though hazy. We are on our way to the source, the rain is getting smaller, the blue sky shows, the breeze is blowing. On both sides of the road from time to time flashed a piece of rape field, we screamed in the car again and again, really want to stop the car. However, the tour guide said that the door source is more beautiful and spectacular, let alone free parking on the road, and we had to start by surprise. Bus through the long Dabanshan tunnel came to the source basin. In early August, the door of the rape has been in full bloom season, but looking ahead, is still full of golden, geometric green dotted in the meantime, the light and shade staggered, like the sea golden waves thrown. Translucent blue sky,