"Bees" Composition Part 1
People love bees and praise their hard work. Poets also wrote poems praising bees, and people sang songs praising honey.
The ant is jealous of the bee and has a doubt in his mind: the bee goes to work early in the morning, and we also go to work early in the morning; the bee returns to the nest at night, and we return to the nest at night, and we do no less than they do, nor do they do as much as they do. Slowly, but people only praise bees, that’s too biased!
One day, the Ant King brought a group of ants to the Bee City. When he saw the Bee King, he was so angry that he said: Bee King, how come you are often praised by people? You go to work early and late. Go back to the nest, but we are the same; why are you bees still praised! Are we in the Ant Kingdom all losers? The Bee King sighed, shook his head and said: You guys are so clueless! Hello! Why do you, old man, talk like this? Don’t think that you are the best! The Ant King said unconvinced. Hey, why don’t you understand? Everything we do is beneficial to mankind. We go to work early and return home late because only by collecting more pollen can we produce the most, sweetest, and best honey. Come and contribute to humanity. What about you ants? Although you leave early and come home late like us, what did you do? What good does it do to mankind if I just keep carrying food to your nest? Go back and do something useful to mankind!
After hearing this, the Ant King and his soldiers lowered their heads in shame and went back wilted
Inspired by the words of the Bee King, the Ant King led The generals and soldiers under his command went out early and came back late, constantly helping people plow the land and pick up scattered food. Before long, the ants were also being praised. Now bees and ants have become a pair of inseparable good friends who help each other.
"Bee" Composition Part 2
If I could become a little bee
Everyone has his or her own wish. For example, some people want to become Sun Wukong, with the magical power of seventy-two transformations; some want to become Nezha, with vast magical powers. And me, if I could change, I would become a hardworking little bee!
I will do a lot of good things for mankind. For example, help the worker uncle make honey. Then, feed it to those in need. The honey we make is delicious and people always praise it! Whenever people praise the sweetness of the honey we brew, I feel happy. Because it is the result of the hard work of our bee group, and the honey we collect can also help humans cure many diseases. Its main functions are: clearing heat, detoxifying, moisturizing, relieving pain, etc. It can also help girls beautify!
I can also help pollinate crops, fruit trees, vegetables, medicinal materials, pasture and other plants. Let them bloom more beautiful and brilliant flowers; let them bear more fruits and seeds.
If I could change, I would become a hard-working little bee! Provide more services to mankind and create more wealth for mankind
"Bee" Composition 3
Once upon a time, a bee who thought he was very capable had a quarrel with the swarm. Opinion, he felt that he did more work than anyone else, but ate very little honey. He became dissatisfied with the job assigned to him and left the extended family that protected him.
The moment he walked out of the house happily, he felt very relaxed, as if the flowers in the mountains were blooming for him, the grass was sprouting for him, the fruits were ripe for him, and the small trees were growing for him. . Everything is so beautiful and good in his eyes! He happily flew among the flowers, as free and easy as a fairy, thinking happily: Hum, no one can control me now, I can enjoy the nectar and play freely. He shouted heartily: Ah! I'm free, I'm free!
The next day, the bees didn’t get up until twelve o’clock, much later than before in the swarm. He opened his eyes and saw that the flowers in front of him were smiling at him! A large cluster of flower beds is colorful, as if painted with colors, it is so beautiful! The bees hurriedly ran to the flowers, sniffing here and eating there. The flowers were fragrant, just like perfume. Just when he was extremely happy, a swarm of wasps appeared. Everyone knows that wasps are not easy to mess with. They stung the little bees with scars, which was very pitiful! It was getting dark, it was raining heavily, and there was thunder. Little Bee dragged his injured body and hid in a small shabby house with difficulty. There was no medicine to treat the injury, so he could only endure the pain. He began to regret leaving the colony and missed his family, and soon the bee fainted and fell to the ground without knowing it. At this moment, his family went out to find him and took him back.
In the early morning, the bee slowly woke up and opened his eyes. At this time, outside the window, there were birds singing and the fragrance of flowers. Everyone was busy in an orderly manner. The bee was moved and vowed: He would never leave everyone again. We must unite sincerely to build a beautiful home!
"Bee" Composition 4
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In the days without me, if you love me, you will be miserable, if you hate me, maybe you still have a lover The strength and reason to accept being loved and start a new life. Then let you hate me, even if it costs me my life.
I have a playmate named Xiaoyu who is depressed all day long and does not want to get close to us. I have almost forgotten that she used to be a sunny, cheerful, lively, lovely, warm and friendly girl. I don’t know since when, but I have never seen her open the only window in the room. It has long been covered with dust and has been in disrepair. The room seemed extremely dark and damp due to lack of sunlight. I was secretly surprised, could her transformation have something to do with this window? What's the story here?
Until today, she suddenly told me a bizarre past story that I couldn’t completely believe with reason, deciphering her changes over the years...
Five years ago, the bamboo forest in front of the window It has almost grown past the window, and the golden sunlight shines through the slits between the bamboo leaves, scattered on the small bed by the window, and falls on the red, yellow, and purple flowers dotted in the middle of the bamboo forest. Extraordinarily beautiful. Occasionally, a few birds make their home here, and every morning they wake up the sleeping drizzle with their sweet songs. There is a small stream flowing behind the bamboo forest, and occasionally a few friends play here. This window is like a small world, independent and closely connected to the outside world. Xiaoyu often lies on the window, humming a little tune, and in this small world, the sea and the sky are vast, allowing his thoughts to roam.
It was spring, there was a heavy rain, and suddenly a burst of chirping woke up Xiaoyu who was taking a nap. Xiaoyu opened her eyes tiredly, and she found a little trembling little girl wet by the rain stopped in front of the window. Xiaoyu felt pity for the bee, and carefully moved the bee indoors with a paper towel, sucked the rainwater off the bee, turned on the small electric stove, and slowly warmed him.
At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that little bees are capable of stinging people.
After the little bee woke up, it did not hurt Xiaoyu, but stayed in front of her window.
After experiencing this storm, Little Bee and his life-savior Xiaoyu, to be precise, two different species fell in love. He settled in Xiaoyu’s window and was busy around the window every day. Collecting honey makes this small world more lively and warm.
I seem to see, on a sunset afternoon, an innocent drizzle in front of the window, a smile like sunshine, a song like silver bells, and the buzzing sound of little bees busy collecting nectar in front of the window. , in this small world, merge into a summer song, interpreting the sweetness of love.
Happy time is like pressing the fast forward button, short but sweet.
In the blink of an eye, February has passed, and spring has arrived again. The weather in this season is like a child's face that changes at a moment's notice. The sky is bright just now, but then the wind blows hard and it's going to rain again. Xiaoyu was about to close the window and found that the little bee hadn't left yet. Xiaoyu said, hurry back to the nest, it's going to rain. Little Bee was reluctant to leave, so Xiao Yu opened the window and continued to play with Little Bee. While they were laughing and playing, Little Bee accidentally flew out of the window and was instantly submerged in the storm. Xiaoyu was frightened, ran out of the room, and searched all night, but the little bee was gone.
After being rained all night, Xiaoyu started to have a high fever. She was still waiting on pins and needles, hoping that the little bee that had accompanied her in February would come back.
Half a month passed, and on a quiet noon, with the scorching sun shining in the head, Xiaoyu, who had just recovered, was lying in front of the window waiting for the little bees to fall asleep as usual. At this time, the familiar buzzing sound came again. There was a sound, and a little bee circled happily around the little girl. Xiaoyu woke up and recognized the little bee who had been missing for half a month at a glance. Now he was scarred. Tears of distress and longing could not stop flowing down. "Little bee, I really want to hug you. Can you kiss me?" ?Xiao Yu stretched out her hands, and the little bee stopped on her finger and pricked her hard. Blood rushed up, but the little bee flew away immediately. Xiaoyu's white hands suddenly became red and swollen, and she cried in pain. She had a high fever for another week, and then she became disheartened and depressed.
Sure enough, they are not the same kind and are destined to be hurt. The window has never been opened since.
Now Xiaoyu keeps a few butterflies at home. They are in glass bottles. They are beautiful and harmless. It seems that Xiao Yu has gradually forgotten the hurt that Little Bee had caused, but she can no longer treat feelings, including friendship and love, like Little Bee.
Later, when we studied biology in high school, we learned that the lifespan of a bee is only 3 months. After stinging a person, it will pay the price with its life.
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