One kind of flower said to the honey-gathering bees,' It's annoying that your bees buzz! Besides, the nectar is mine. Why should I let you choose? On the other hand, other flowers are very friendly to bees. They smiled in the buzzing sound, as if to say, "Come on! Come on! Come and collect honey from me. " Summer has come, and all the flowers that have been honeyed bear fruit, bearing fruit and bending the branches.
Only this selfish and arrogant flower has no result, and this flower has also failed. This failed flower, leaving only a poor pedicel, looked enviously at those full fruits and thought: If buzzing bees collected nectar in spring, they would become beautiful fruits now! At this moment, a bee landed on the branch of this flower. The bee asked, "Will I come to see you next spring?" The flower replied without hesitation: "Good! All right! Don't forget! " The breeze is blowing, and the fruit is overflowing.
2.600-word "Narration of Bees and Flowers" and "The Story of Bees" Two emblems/texts of the heart wind. The pumpkins downstairs have blossomed, and each one is so Huang Cancan, giving people a healthy feeling. Bees shuttle from flower to flower, busy collecting honey. Every morning when I go to work, I will deliberately pass by the melon rack. No other meaning, I just want to see if the fruit rack is produced.
(1) One day, I found a small pumpkin on the melon shelf, the size of a ball. Melons are covered with oil and shine in the sun. The flower in front of the melon has withered, and a few drops of dew are hung on it, which looks like tears. I can't help thinking: Will the flowers shed happy tears when they see that they have borne fruit? I folded this withered flower with envy. I gently peeled off some withered petals, and I saw a sad picture: a stiff bee was tightly tied to its stamens, and its whole body was covered with golden pollen. I carefully grabbed its wings with my fingers and tore it off the withered stamens, and found its mouthparts still stuck in the stamens. I suddenly understood that the tears of flowers are not just for. And for the bees. Bees made sacrifices for flowers to grow into melons. I looked at the bee in my hand again. I want to see its expression and see if there is still a smile on its face. But I can't see it. In fact, I know that if bees have faces, they must be smiling at this time. It is gratifying to give everything for true love.
(2) One day after half a month, I thought of the melon shelf downstairs again. I think it should be a fruitful picture. But to my surprise, the grown melon has long since disappeared. There are many male flowers on the melon shelf, but I can't see any melon. I opened my eyes and looked for it. Suddenly, I saw a female flower, but it had withered. The skin of the pumpkin under the flower is wrinkled, yellow and gone. I want to find out. I still carefully picked the withered female flowers as last time, or gently peeled off the withered petals. This time, I saw a stiff bee sticking tightly to the stamen. The difference is that bees have no pollen. What caused the death of flowers and bees?
I guess there must be a story between flowers and bees these two days: in the early morning, when the sun shines on the earth, a little bee just flew out of the nest and broke into the flower's heart. Bees suck the honey provided by flowers. It praises how sweet the honey of flowers is. The flowers thanked the bees and said that their arrival was their hope for growth. So, when pumpkin flowers greedily sucked its honey, he quietly closed the entrance and exit door. Since then, bees can no longer spread their wings, and flowers gradually wither because they close the door of bees' entry and exit prematurely. Standing in front of the melon rack, I can't help but be startled. Aren't many tragedies in the world caused by greed, selfishness, ignorance and love?
3. The Little Bee and the Little Flower Composition 350 words She flashed her big eyes and watched a sad story of flowers and bees being staged. A tear slid across her face, and sadness and sadness filled her whole heart. This seems to be the prototype of her and her mother. Bees flew around happily, collecting honey from a smiling flower. The flower was very pleased, but when the bees returned to their nest to make honey, a storm took the life of the flower. But the love of flowers for bees is infinite. Flowers may know their own destiny, and they have never felt a trace of regret for themselves until they die. She is a bee and her mother is a flower. She absorbed the essence of her mother. When she grows up and can live independently, when her mother is old, what she pays is love and responsibility. She only returned a few tears and sadness. She smiled, forgave and let go of her hand. Maybe many people understand the true meaning of love.
Write a fairy tale composition with flowers, bees, butterflies, beekeepers and birds. 1. On a meadow full of flowers, there are small ants, bees and butterflies. Every morning, the little ants will climb out of the nest to look for food, and then move the food back to the nest one by one. Bees are also busy collecting nectar every day when the sun rises and storing it in their own homes. Where are the butterflies? Opening his eyes every day is to spread his beautiful wings and fly around among the flowers. Fly left, fly right.
"Little ant, what are you doing?" The butterfly asked, "I am ... I am moving food ... otherwise there will be nothing to eat in winter." Out of breath, the little ant replied, "Oh, it's spring now, so enjoy it. What's the hurry! " Butterfly sneers: "You can move more if you move early ... you can eat more in winter!" " The little ant replied, "then you can move!" "It's really boring ~ I want to play in good weather!" The butterfly flew in the distance while answering, flying and flying, tired of flying, and stopped on a beautiful flower, just to see a bee busy collecting nectar. "What are you doing, little bee?" Butterfly asks: "I collect nectar ~ The nectar that gets up in the morning is the freshest and most delicious!" " The bee answered while picking, "play with me for a while!" The weather is really good today ... it should be used to fly among flowers! " The butterfly said, "You play! I don't have such beautiful wings, so I'd better collect more nectar for the winter! "The bees kept picking honey while answering." Hum! You are so boring! I don't know how to enjoy this beautiful sunshine! "Butterfly turned his head and flew away. Day after day, little ants move grain every day, bees collect flowers and honey every day, and butterflies flap their beautiful wings every day. In a blink of an eye, winter has arrived. The flowers outside withered and the grass withered. Little ants are eating delicious food in their nests, and bees are drinking delicious honey in his home. What about the butterfly? Shredded in a withered flower, beautiful big wings can no longer flap. Two: The King's Royal Garden secretly borrows many natural residents, including butterflies, dragonflies, bees and orioles. They like the season when flowers are in full bloom, the weather is sunny and orioles sing softly. Dragonflies and bees are busy catching pests and collecting honey, while butterflies are busy playing around and killing time with different tricks. On this day, the butterfly came up with a new trick. Colorful, I have heard many poets and ladies praise her beauty, so my vanity has expanded. She found the dragonfly first and said, "Hey, dragonfly, let's compare whose clothes look good!" " Dragonfly wriggled his pitifully thin waist and said coldly, "Sorry, I still have a lot of work to do.". There are many new-born gnats by the stream, so I have to kill more. Help yourself. " Then, the dragonfly left the butterfly and quickly swept to the stream. Butterfly curled her lips and said, "Ugly, you can't compete with me!" " The butterfly flew bored under the flower tree and met the hardworking little bee. So she said happily, "Hey, Bee, let's compare whose clothes look good!" " The bee glared at her big eyes and said politely, "Sorry, Butterfly, we still have a lot of work to do." Flowers wait for no man! ""Then, the bees ignored the butterflies and continued to collect pollen and nectar one by one and sent them home. Butterfly snorted: "I can't compete with hard work!" " "Butterfly found many residents in the garden, but everyone was busy making a living. Nobody wants to stay in order to compete with butterflies in the draft. Tired of flying, she chose a flower to stop. The oriole in the tree is singing a beautiful song. " Oh, how beautiful! "The king and princess happened to be walking in the garden and couldn't help exclaiming. They asked the maid to take the golden bird cage to take the oriole back to the palace. Butterflies quickly cheered, hoping to get appreciation outside the oriole. Her colorful clothes and elegant dancing surprised the king and princess again and asked the maid to take the crystal box back to the palace. The oriole stopped singing. He disdainfully said: "Singing is my job to add luster to the universe, not to please some dignitaries, not to compete with some lazy people." Then the oriole rushed into the sky. The king was very sorry and returned to the palace with this victorious butterfly. In the square crystal box, the butterfly can no longer see the beautiful garden and hardworking neighbors. At first, she enjoyed it, but later she began to miss the past. Slowly, it won't look so good. The king is tired of watching butterfly shows. One day, a biologist asked him to make a specimen of a butterfly, so the butterfly was nailed to a pin. Finally, the butterfly said to herself, "maybe, only in this way can my beauty last forever." "At the butterfly's memorial service, the oriole sang an elegy. Dragonfly said seriously, "insects are alive, and beauty alone is not enough." Diligent and diligent.