"Cold bees pick chrysanthemums" Geng Yan
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
"Benjamin Bi" Zhang Zhizhen
Highly toxic chemicals are used to kill bees.
Pests have to be killed, and bees don't want to live.
Pests are resistant to drugs, but bees are not.
Widespread application of ecological medicine to ensure grain yield increase.
Plants do not pollinate, so there is no food to cook.
A poem about bees, Xin Wang.
Picking and brewing busy little bees in spring, why not flap your wings and make a whole neighbor.
I should be worried about the exhaustion of flowers. I hate burning smoke to get wax.
Bee Tang Li Shang Yin
The small garden and pool are rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door.
A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind.
Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty.
Green butterfly don't hate, meet in February.
Feng Tang Luoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Yongfeng Wu Ming cheng en
Liu Fei wears flowers like an arrow and flies like a meteor.
A small body can bear loads, and the thin wings of organs can ride the wind.
Yuxin in Southern and Northern Dynasties
In the fourth year of Yushan, Yaochi feasted on eight dragons.
The catfish bridge floats less in the sea, and the stork covers the middle peak.
Flying foxes cross the road and white horses cross the river.
The water pours three rivers and stones, and the mountain seals five trees and pines.
Changhong double waterfalls, round que two hibiscus.
The garrison troops rang in the late drums, and the mountain temple rang in the morning bell.
The Xinpu Festival is accelerating, and the short bamboo shoots are still heavy.
Trees contain cherry birds and flowers raise bees.
There is a shortage in the wind, and sprinkling wine calls for a long face.
And happy to accompany the north, only stay in the east.
Don du fu
Yeshuipingqiao Road Spring Sha Ying Bamboo Village.
The wind is light, butterflies are happy, flowers are warm and bees are noisy.
Drink the wine deeply and write a poem in detail.
Looking forward to the leisurely days in the mansion, the river recalls the etymology.
Dating back to the old imperial court, love depended on moderation.
Still thinking about the elders, afraid of avoiding seats for the door.