Bee composition 1 "buzz, buzz"-I am a hardworking little bee. I have a pair of little wings and six strong legs. Don't underestimate my legs. They are very useful. My hind legs are honey pickers. Without my hind legs, you can't eat sweet honey. ...
Dear children, in our kingdom, we have been living a matriarchal clan life. Do you know what matrilineal clan life is? I tell you, in our country, the queen bee is the king, and everything is decided by the queen bee. This is matriarchal clan life. And I, in our kingdom, am the most common worker bee. When I was young, I was responsible for cleaning the spawning room for our king. For the next two weeks, I was also responsible for secreting royal jelly and feeding it to the queen bee. When I am older, I will go outside to collect nectar and pollen or something.
I am not only a hardworking little bee, but also a brave little bee! Whenever the enemy attacks, I will pick up my weapon-the bee needle on my tail to repel the enemy, even if it costs me my life.
However, I am a cold-blooded animal. I can't heat myself. When the temperature is below 8℃, I will die. My life is really short! Although I won't live long, I will still be proud of being a little bee! I gave everything I had to everyone. Son, do you like me like this?
When I came home from school, I suddenly heard a buzzing sound from the living room. I paused and hurried into the living room. "Wow," some bees are flying. Somehow flew into the house.
The bees seemed to hear something and flew around me, but they frightened me. Bees seem to have no intention of hurting me. It suddenly occurred to me that bees are spiritual If you don't attack them, they will not attack you. I was anxious to get out of trouble, so I remembered that my mother said that bees were afraid of wine and wanted to spray some wine to drive them away, but I was afraid that bees would sting me if they were angry. I thought of fumigation with fire again. What's more, children can't play with fire. Got it! Why do I always want to drive them away when I pat my head? Wouldn't it be better to build them a home and let them stay and make friends?
Thinking of this, I found a big wooden box and put some cabbage leaves that bees like in it. When the bees don't move at night, I cover my head and hands with plastic bags and catch a bee in a wooden box. Bees are fine. They formed a circle in the wooden box and fell asleep quietly.
I got up the next day and saw some bees dancing in the sun outside the window. That's bees gathering partners to collect honey. I'm relieved. It seems that bees have agreed to live and work in my house. They are busy creating a sweet life!
The composition of the bee The third chapter Spring girl came, and she dressed up the earth full of vitality.
In the bright sunshine, hardworking bees are buzzing. They flew to Taoyuan and landed on the stamens, busy collecting honey. Not far away, a group of butterflies flew in, wearing beautiful skirts and dancing among the flowers.
The little bee said politely to the butterfly, "Sister Butterfly, come and collect honey!" "
Butterfly girl shrugged off the enthusiasm of the little bee and said; "You idiots, the weather is so good, you only know how to pick honey. It's no fun at all. You might as well play with us! " After that, the butterfly continued to sing and dance among the flowers.
Uncle Peach Tree said meaningfully; "Butterfly girl, the little bee is right. Fruit is bought by labor, and it is impossible to get it for nothing. You'd better hurry to work so as not to suffer in winter. " However, Butterfly Girl ignored Uncle Peach's advice and still played among the flowers.
In winter, the little bee got into the warm hive and spent a warm winter, while Butterfly Girl was covered with thick snow in the cold wind. ...
In early summer, there are a group of butterflies playing games in the garden. Suddenly, a little bee flew over, and the butterfly couldn't help asking, "Sister Bee, where are you going?" Why are you carrying a big basket? "
"Sister Butterfly, I'm going to the locust tree forest to collect honey." The little bee said happily.
"Sister bee, you see, there are many fragrant flowers here. Let's pick them here. It is both economical and fun. "
"There are quite a few flowers here, but the nectar contains too little sugar to make the best honey." The little bee said with a frown.
"Go to the locust tree forest? Ah, ah, how far! Going over mountains and mountains, flying over running rivers, it's exhausting! " The butterfly flapped its beautiful wings and said.
"Butterfly elder sister, I am not afraid of being tired. Let's make more preparations for winter. "
The butterfly stood on the petals and pouted and said, "Alas, it's still early winter, Sister Bee. Let's play here first You see, in the golden sunshine, the flowers are blooming and the fragrance is fragrant. " You can't find me playing hide-and-seek here. "
The bee said, "When the weather is fine, honey is sweet. Now is a good time to collect honey, but it is a big mistake to be playful. " The butterfly laughed: "Look at your words, you are sweating all over after a long journey, and even your beautiful wings will be broken." What a shame! " But the little bee said, "What a pity, Sister Butterfly. It's too dangerous for you to eat, drink and be merry. Time will swing in an instant. How can we spend the winter without preparing food now? You'll be sorry. Goodbye! " After that, the little bee flew to the locust tree forest.
Little bees fly over mountains and flowing rivers, and finally come to the locust tree forest, where flowers are in full bloom and beautiful! The little bee was so excited that she didn't rest for a moment, regardless of the fatigue of the long journey. She quickly collected pollen with her little hand. After hard collection, the little bee returned with a full load.
In a blink of an eye, the cold winter arrived. The world is white everywhere, and there is no flower in sight, except the northwest wind. Butterflies are hungry and cold, dancing aimlessly with snowflakes. At this point, she deeply regretted. If she had listened to the bees and gone to collect pollen with her, it wouldn't be like this now. The bee kingdom here is very lively. They are drinking sweet mead in large cups, and the laughter and singing of "Weng Weng" are everywhere. ...
Everyone has had the experience of traveling abroad. Seeing some places of interest or beautiful natural scenery makes people linger and feel homesick! You can't forget to go far away. I am no exception, but what I visited was not a famous site, but a group of industrious little insects and beautiful villages!
At that time, it was still a spring season. I was sitting under the osmanthus tree 200 meters away from the flower bed in the community. I am bored and eager to do something to kill time. Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound overhead. I looked up and said, "Ah! It is a bee. " I stood up in panic, afraid it would sting me! "If I get up early and leave as before, but I didn't think so at that time, if I stay, I may find some secrets!
I hid behind a tree and watched quietly. A bee stood in front of the hive, turned around in front of the hive and flew back. I don't understand this: what's wrong with this bee? How did you fly back and forth? Are you just out to see what the weather is like, or are thieves actually trying to steal honey from other bees? In a short time, several bees flew out of the hive one after another and flew around in groups of three or five. Later I learned that bees are actually "scouts". First it flew safely out of the hive detective, then it flew back and told the other honey collectors! It turns out that bees are also divided into classes when they live again! It seems that I really misunderstood!
I followed two or three bees and flew to the nearest flower bed in the hive. They disappeared as soon as they flew into the flower bed, as if they were mixed with flowers. I have no choice but to bend down and carefully look for the whereabouts of bees with my eyes. The flower bed immediately expanded in front of my eyes, and the seemingly small flower bed on weekdays became an ocean of flowers. Ah! Finally, I found it. It turned out that the naughty little bee actually hid her first half sound in the heart of the flower. No wonder I can't find it! I observed it carefully: wearing a yellow and black striped dress, two pairs of transparent crystal wings, and the thorns on my tail were as sharp as needles.
I noticed several other bees, one of which flew several times in front of a flower, then got into the flower heart and began to collect honey, as if to suck the sweet honey in the flower heart with its pointed mouth. After a few seconds, the bee staggered away after sucking honey, as if drunk.
It was already afternoon before I knew it, and I didn't realize it until the light of the sunset shone on my face warmly. On this day, I not only learned about the selfless dedication of bees, but also became a honey collector with a group of bees! I will be as diligent as a bee in the future!
Everyone should have seen all kinds of flowers, but have you observed them carefully?
I always have a question that I don't know the answer to-how do bees know if this flower has been picked? I think this problem must be investigated clearly before we can draw a conclusion.
On that day, the sun was shining, birds were singing and flowers were singing. Going to the park to play, I met some flowers with black spots on them, and some didn't. Careful observation reveals that the black spot is actually the excrement of bees. What just puzzles me is why there is bee excrement on the flowers.
In order to solve the puzzle, I hid in the flowers. Before long, I fell asleep. I didn't wake up until dusk and found another black spot on the flower. Bees must have been here.
The next morning, I hurried to stay among the flowers. At noon, I found a bee staying on a flower for a while and then flying away. I stood up and saw a black spot on the flower, and the flower had no fragrance.
I think, don't look for a while, maybe there will be bees coming behind to verify my idea again.
After a while, another bee came, but it just glanced at the flower with black spots and flew away non-stop. So I followed it and found it stopped on a flower without black spots, leaving a small spot on the flower before leaving.
In the evening, I summed it up. I think bees shit on any flower as long as they collect honey. This should be to let other bees know that this flower has been picked, so as not to make it in vain.
As long as each of us is good at observing in life, we will find many mysteries of nature.
On Sunday afternoon, I came to Zhangjiadu to see peach blossoms. Suddenly, a swarm of bees jumped at the speed of Liu Xiang's 100-meter sprint. I thought these "big shots" held a grudge against me and wanted to attack me. At this point, my heart jumped and I quickly hid behind the telephone pole. I secretly took a look, and it turned out that they were picking flowers and honey!
I want to go to the attack range of bees, but I want to go out and stop for fear of being attacked by bees. But I still bravely "marched" into the bee army step by step. Next to them, you can see clearly. The life of bees is basically collecting, making and collecting honey ... I have never seen bees act alone. As the saying goes, "when people gather firewood, the flames are high" refers to bees, an animal that does not do it for itself or for others. Bees are also brave. No matter what animal or human comes to rob honey, bees will try their best to poke the honey thief with their tails. In our human eyes, bees are like an orderly who works forever. They work day and night, morning, noon and night ... just to let people eat honey, but they don't get any reward from bees. In fact, the biggest advantage of this huge bee family is that it loves the collective. They all care about these partners as much as parents and children. As long as someone is in trouble, many bees will help. I learned a lot about being a man from bees. I hope we can be like bees, with good qualities of loving group, diligence and courage.
The composition of bees 8 Little bees are getting up soon and going to collect honey. "I see," said the little bee impatiently. The little bees buzzed to collect honey. When it arrived, the little bee said, "Wow! There are so many people. " The little bee buzzed away again. Suddenly it found a strange place. "The flowers here are so beautiful!" "Little bees have been to this place. It later learned that it was in someone else's garden. The little bee picks a flower on the left and one on the right. It found a beautiful flower and muttered, "I must bring the honey in this flower for illumination." "It quietly squatted in the flower core to collect honey.
Suddenly a butterfly flew and said to the little bee, "get up, get up!" " This is my flower, you are not allowed to pick it. "The little bee quietly flew to another beautiful flower. Quietly collecting honey, the butterfly saw a big fight: "This place is all mine. You are not allowed to collect it. The selfless little bee buzzed away again. Bright at the moment. It turned out that I flew to a garden more beautiful than the flowers there. The little bee squatted on a rose and quietly collected honey. He thinks he has enough honey now. I rang the doorbell and went home. On the way, I was surprised to see other people. A little bee said, "Why can it finish picking honey so quickly?" "Who knows?" Said another bee.
This clever little bee is not bad.
The ninth article of bee composition tells you a story! This story is about a little bee quarreling with its partner and leaving the hive in a rage. After he left the hive, he was very lonely because he had no partner. It remembered some things that happened with its partners before, and it was very annoying.
One thing the little bee remembers is that one day, the little bee quarreled with another little bee. The little bee's mother said to the little bee, "Be generous and don't expect anything in return. What would the world be like if everyone quarreled over a trivial matter? I don't ask others for tolerance, and I don't expect anything in return, but I hope you can remember what I said to you today and think about everything. Since then, the little bee has been generous to people and does nothing in return. Before doing something, she will consider the consequences and remember what her mother said. Every time a little bee quarrels, she will use her mother's words to teach other little bees a lesson.
The little bee thought about it and cried. He thought about how to forget his mother's words this time and not think about the consequences. The more he thinks about it, the more he regrets it. He went back to the bee colony to apologize to his friends and his mother, and everyone forgave him. Since then, he has lived in harmony with his friends.
The story is over. This story tells us that we should be open-minded, do not expect anything in return, and think about the consequences of doing things.